Be Your Own Boss
Acoustic punk, 1960s, raspy female vocals, throat fry, reflective, bluesy, dark, acoustic guitar, chaos, spoken word, crust, street, drunk, slurry, folk rock, fingerpicking, bitter, minor key
Be Your Own Boss
Acoustic punk, 1960s, raspy female vocals, throat fry, reflective, bluesy, dark, acoustic guitar, chaos, spoken word, crust, street, drunk, slurry, folk rock, fingerpicking, bitter, minor key
Lyrics
Verse
He scoffed when he heard them say
Choose your own hours, be your own boss
He knew it's a hoax, but had to obey
A man of poverty, of lack, of loss
Verse
They liked to present it like that
Made it sound like easy finance
When in truth what he'd get at
Was drudgery without insurance
Chorus
This is what the precariat must face
Being a mere pawn in the marketplace
No voice, no choice, no safety net
Work till you die, that’s all you get
This is what the precariat must face,
This is what the precariat must face.
Verse
She clocks in nine to five each day,
and some days five to nine as well.
So worn her mind seems blown away,
trapped in this menial job-hell.
Verse
Other weeks there’s no shift call,
just rent to pay that won’t relent.
Do not protest, complaints too small,
silence the price of paying rent.
Chorus
This is what the precariat must face
Being a mere pawn in the marketplace
No voice, no choice, no safety net
Work until you die, that’s all you get
This is what the precariat must face,
This is what the precariat must face.
Bridge
Hands on the clock,
spin, spin, spin.
Voices echo,
thin, thin, thin.
We rise, we fall,
nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.
Chorus
Well, this is what the precariat must face
Being a mere pawn in the marketplace
No voice, no choice, no safety net
Work until you die, that’s all you get
This is what the precariat must face,
This is what the precariat must face.
End