Lyrics:

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, a puritan drive, stayed requitals
We'll be reimbursed with 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 rise the ranks as we raise your crops
Patiently comply in the parking lots
We're the patrons of the canals
We watch 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
Yeah!