Ol? Diego holds a palette in his hand
  He paints the faces of the workers on the wall
  Big machines they make their way across the land
  Revolution takes a rise and then a fall
  The wheel keeps turning and souls of men burn everyday
  A brave new world is finely cowering away
  It?s eight hours straight, no cigarettes and you don?t take no breaks
  Just shut your mouth and get that smile off your face
  It?s a long slow way to go
  To work your whole life and what have you got to show
  It?s a long slow way by and by
  Just give my wages to my wife and child
  There?s no complaints here only bullets lead and blood
  A perfect union and a face pushed in the mud
  Ain?t no humans here just cogs that turn a wheel
  And another one waiting there when another one gets killed