We're the working poor   We're the labor forced   Routine banality   We stand in the sun just to eat      Antiqued trappings   Filthy proximity   Languid surveillance   You were birthed into luck, we were born into chance      We offer our bosoms while you beat your breast   Feed your children while you dance on our backs   We're the matrons of the canals      Annihilate pride   Puritan's drive   Stayed requitals   We'll be reimbursed for the fall of Rafael      Emerald resentment   Somehow I'm listless   I see your merriment   I know it's shallow but I just can't help it      We offer our bosoms while you beat your breast   Feed your children while you dance on our backs   We're the matrons of the canals      You raise the ranks while we raise your crops   Patiently comply in the parking lots   We're the patrons of the canals      We watch you while you beat your breasts   Feed your children with our broken backs   We're the matrons of the canals      There's hatred from the canals   We're the matrons of the canals