[Verse 1]
Working on the edge
Losing my self-respect
For a man who presides over me
The principles of his creed
Punch in, punch out
Eight hours, five days
Sweat, pain, and agony
On Friday, I'll get paid

[Chorus]
This ain't no picnic
This ain't no picnic
Well, this ain't no picnic
Well, this ain't no picnic

[Verse 2]
Hey, mister, don't look down on me
For what I believe
I got my bills and the rent
I should pitch a tent
But our land isn't free
So I'll work my youth away
In the place of a machine
I refuse to be a slave
[Chorus]
This ain't no picnic
Well, this ain't no picnic
Well, this ain't no picnic
Well, this ain't no picnic