Sunrise paints the factory walls, rust-red and grim

Another shift, another bell, calling us all in

The foreman’s got a heavy hand, a sneer upon his face

Says "Move it, boys, or find another, in some other place"

Lattia, Lattia, with an iron fist

You get the gist

Lattia, Lattia, no room for dissent

Every last cent, well, it’s already spent

Mama’s coughin' in her sleep, the dust gets in her lungs

That old coal stove, it barely heats, no matter how it’s stoked

The company store, it takes its cut, from every single pay

Leaving just enough to scrape by, 'til the very next day

Lattia, Lattia, with an iron fist

You get the gist

Lattia, Lattia, no room for dissent

Every last cent, well, it’s already spent

Heard talk down at the tavern, whispered low and deep

Of better days and brighter skies, secrets we all keep

But the walls have ears, the shadows watch, and fear it holds us bound

No easy way to break these chains, no freedom to be found

Lattia, Lattia, with an iron fist

You get the gist

Lattia, Lattia, no room for dissent

Every last cent, well, it