Interpret:

Rage against the machine

Album:

Renegades

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. 
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
Well, I wake up in the morning 
Fold my hands and pray for rain. 
I got a head full of ideas 
That are drivin' me insane 
It's a shame 
the way she makes me 
scrub the floor 
I ain't gonna work on, nah 
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. 
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 
nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 
Well, he hands you a nickel 
And he hands you a dime 
And he asks you with a grin 
If you're havin' a good time 
Then he fines you every time you slam the door 
I ain't gonna work for, nah 
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 


I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more 
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more 
Well, he puts his cigar 
Out in your face just for kicks 
His bedroom window 
It is made out of bricks 
The National Guard stands around his door 
I ain't gonna work, nah 
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more 
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more 
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more 
Well, she talks to all the servants 
About man and God and law 
And everybody says 
Shes the brains behind pa 
Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four 
I ain't gonna work for, nah 
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more 


I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
Well I try my best 
To be just like I am 
But everybody wants you 
To be just like them 
They sing while they slave and just get bored 
I ain't gonna work on, nah 
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more