Lyrics Up in Flames - Mammoth

Living in this rathole of a home
Must work and leave my kids all alone
The factory filled with chemicals in the air
I might die but my bosses do not care
I've got a home
I've got my kids
I've got a job
What can I complain about
My sorry excuse for a life
Faking my own happiness
Treated like an animal
My life's about to go
Up in flames
One slip can and will cause you your job
No room for a break we never stop
I feel depressed working the whole day
I wish it could end make it go away
I've got a home
I've got my kids
I've got a job
What can I complain about
My sorry excuse for a life
Faking my own happiness
Treated like an animal
My life's about to go
Up in flames
A worker drops a lit cigarette into a pile of clothing scraps
The factory erupts in a frenzy of smoke and flames
No one's life will ever be the same.
Up in flames
I've got a home
I've got my kids
I've got a job
What can I complain about
My sorry excuse for a life
Faking my own happiness
Treated like an animal
My life's about to go
Up in flames
Everyone tries to place the blame on one person or group
Bosses, owners, inspectors, even the city
But have you ever sat down to think that maybe
The factories were so horrible that one person just got fed up
Decided to end it once and for all?