Dedicated to all temporary workers
By Barbara Berg
First they bust the union
Then they bust my ass
In Temporary America
Don't want no organization
In the working class
In Temporary America
Contempt for the worker
Is what you get
In Temporary America
No job security
No benefits
In Temporary America
When frustration's high
People go insane
In Temporary America
Picking up guns
Blowing folks away
In Temporary America
It's not the TV
Makes the violence thrive
It's Temporary America
I lay awake in my bed
As the bullets fly
Through Temporary America
The food is fast
And the work is dumb
In Temporary America
Workers praying
For Christ to come
To Temporary America
My rent is high
My ink is red
In Temporary America
I never seem
To come out ahead
In Temporary America
I'm so tired of living
In Temporary America.
In temporary, contemporary
Contempt contempt contempt
For Temporary America
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