Reference
Genre:
About the Song
Written for kitchen workers around the world.
You work your fingers to the bone
You got the scars to prove it
It’s a cut throat way to live
To get a job one day then lose it
C Am / Dm G / C Am / F G
But it’s up again and you’re working
With no job security
In the kitchens of the world
You fight for your dignity
In the back of the house the knives are sharp
The talk is tough and real
But it’s a “dead plate” for the workers
When they fire their last meal
They told me you were laid off
And your paycheck’s all been spent
They sent you home without a prayer
No way to pay the rent
Last chorus: (repeating the final line)
C Am / Dm G / C Am / F G / FG C
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