[male vocals] Life
is
fun
Life
is
fun,
life
is
false,
life
is
fair
and
life
is
farce.
Whichever
that
comes
to
you
is
life.
It
may
be
full
of
fun
to
you,
false
to
another,
fair
to
someone
else
and
farce
of
troubles
to
some
other
persons.
We
have
seen
it
all
but
not
all
the
troubles
and
funs
anyways.
Wages
cant
wedge
hunger
anymore,
salary
cant
suffice
the
pile
of
bills
these
days.
So,
men
are
handcuffed
to
the
rails
of
labour
and
they
feel
highly
drunk
by
addiction
of
working
from
dawn
to
dusk
to
feed
home
and
clear
the
bins.
Everyday
i
see
faces,
i
look
at
men
who
have
spent
thirty
years
of
their
lives
working
to
feed
their
families,
paying
bills,
clearing
debt
and
raising
children
in
the
midst
ot
turbulent
economy.
It
breaks
my
hearts
to
see
them
disappearing
from
the
crown
to
the
sole
daily.
Wages
cant
wedge
hunger
anymore,
salary
cant
suffice
the
pile
of
bills
these
days.
So,
men
are
handcuffed
to
the
rails
of
labour
and
they
feel
highly
drunk
by
addiction
of
working
from
dawn
to
dusk
to
feed
home
and
clear
the
bins.
You
could
see
pains,
suffering,
mechanical
movement
of
a
man
who
had
given
it
all
for
the
jobs
in
other
to
keep
the
family
lantern
trimmed
and
burning.
They
cant
cry,
they
cant
complain,
they
cant
stop.
They
just
had
to
keep
moving,
keep
moving.
The
bills
never
declined.
Under
the
dawn's
rainfall,
they
keep
moving,
under
intensed
sun
they
cant
stop
working.
They
had
no
pleasure
nor
moment
of
fun.
They
have
been
drilled
to
keep
working
like
a
beast.
Under
ill
health
that
has
no
cure,
they
never
stopped
working.
You
could
feel
the
heat
of
desire
for
a
quick
saviour
and
quick
exit
that
never
happened.
They
are
drilled
to
keep
toiling
for
peanuts
that
never
suffice.
Age
weighs
down
the
speed,
poor
wages
drain
the
speed
and
strength.
Poor
diets
crowns
the
miseries
of
poverty
and
endless
labour.
Life
is
fair
to
some
and
very
unfair
to
some
people
despite
struggling
all
day.
Wages
cant
wedge
hunger
anymore,
salary
cant
suffice
the
pile
of
bills
these
days.
So,
men
are
handcuffed
to
the
rails
of
labour
and
they
feel
highly
drunk
by
addiction
of
working
from
dawn
to
dusk
to
feed
home
and
clear
the
bins.
The
tone
of
the
skin
speaks
of
sufferings,
the
reasoning
is
concavely
twisted
by
the
long
soaked
poverty.
Their
seared
hands
tell
different
stories
of
diseases.
Their
faces
tell
stories
of
cut
edge
malnutrictions.
At
dusk
of
three
hundred
and
sixty-fives
days,
they
keep
running
after
trains
and
buses.
Even
at
the
dawn
they
never
stopped
chasing
for
wages.
Life
is
not
fair
to
all,
not
even
kindier
to
a
kind
man.
Not
even
a
man
is
kind
to
another
man.
The
tiredness
on
the
faces
of
these
men
who
have
toiled
years
in
and
years
out
for
thirty
years
plus
without
commiserate
benefits
and
wages
is
appauling.
These
are
men
intoxicated
by
pile
of
bills
to
pays,
handcuffed
by
rat
chase
of
this
life .
They
had
no
choice,
they
had
no
means,
no
finer
alternative.
So
they
kept
working
under
the
blurring
light
of
handcuffs.
The
pile
of
bills
quite
intoxicating
and
they
must
be
settled
before
the
next
meal.
Wages
cant
wedge
hunger
anymore,
salary
cant
suffice
the
pile
of
bills
these
days.
So,
men
are
handcuffed
to
the
rails
of
labour
and
they
feel
highly
drunk
by
addiction
of
working
from
dawn
to
dusk
to
feed
home
and
clear
the
bins.
Life
is
fun,
life
is
false,
life
is
fair
and
life
is
farce.
Whichever
that
comes
to
you
is
life.
It
may
be
full
of
fun
to
you,
false
to
another,
fair
to
someone
else
and
farce
of
troubles
to
some
other
persons.
We
have
seen
it
all
but
not
all
the
troubles
and
funs
anyways.
Wages
cant
wedge
hunger
anymore,
salary
cant
suffice
the
pile
of
bills
these
days.
So,
men
are
handcuffed
to
the
rails
of
labour
and
they
feel
highly
drunk
by
addiction
of
working
from
dawn
to
dusk
to
feed
home
and
clear
the
bins