Blue Collar Blackface

I know my fate, I wait my turn
I left the note, I bought the urn
Blue collar blackface every day
Their laughter sounds like buzzing flies on a steak
Your contract lenses I can see underneath
Forks to the king’s walls
You’re going to practice what you preach
Another screw comes loose
Another expendable workers falls to the street
I left today, I worked, I hurt, I see my face
Certainly a mutiny is what we need
Don’t you agree?
You were never one of us