[Verse 1]
Another sunrise, another punch-in,
Trading my life for a paycheck that’s shrinking.
Blood on my hands, sweat in my eyes,
Still getting buried while the rich get by.
They preach, “Work harder, earn your place,”
But the finish line keeps changing pace.
Every dollar disappears on sight—
I’m working overtime just to survive.
[Pre-Chorus]
How many backs have to break?
How much more can we take?
[Chorus]
We’re paying for the logo, not the damn thing inside!
Corporate smoke and mirrors dressed in dollar-sign lies!
Twenty brands of milk, twenty brands of bread,
Different colored boxes, same damn spread.
They slap a shiny label on the same old supply—
Then jack the price because the name sells the lie.
We’re breaking our backs while they’re cashing the gain…
Welcome to the age of the brand-name chain!
[Verse 2]
Organic stamped in a fancy green font,
Now somehow it’s worth another twenty bucks?
Same damn soil, same damn rain,
Just another excuse to profit from pain.
Designer groceries filling every aisle,
Empty wallets hidden behind a smile.
Choice means nothing when you can’t afford
Half the things stacked in the grocery store.
[Bridge]
We don’t need fifteen kinds of butter!
We don’t need thirty brands of cheese!
We don’t need another billion-dollar logo
Selling manufactured dreams!
Strip away the marketing, peel back the disguise—
What’s left beneath the paint?
The same damn product…
With a different price!
[Breakdown]
Enough!
Stop bleeding the people dry!
Enough!
Stop feeding us your lies!
Enough!
A name ain’t worth a week’s damn pay!
The working class wasn’t born
To live this way!
[Final Chorus]
We’re paying for the logo, not the life we deserve!
Every extra dollar’s another twist of the knife.
The working man, the working woman,
Shouldn’t have to fight just to stay alive.
We built these cities—we carried the load—
Yet somehow we can’t afford what we grow.
You can keep your brands and your billion-dollar games…
We’ll remember when the product
Was worth more than the name.
[Outro]
You can polish the label…
You can paint it in gold…
But a lie’s still a lie—
No matter what it’s sold.
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