Rigged Up
Rigged Up
Laid out to pasture the company doesn’t want us
We don’t get our severance pay so we turn on them
Like they turned on us the day they made us sign
We belonged to them then and we were slaves
Made to work in the forest cutting down trees
Or in the lead mines manually extracting the ore
We found Uranium and rigged a crude bomb
Soon the company will all be in flames
We all will be free of their evil tentacles
Even the dead who now are in peace
cool goth art cool title cool writing my new ebook free for a while
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