Maggie's Farm Songtext
von Rage Against the Machine

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 for, 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, she's the brains behind pa

She′s 68, but she says she's 24
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 they just get bored
I ain't gonna work on, nah
I ain′t gonna work on Maggie's farm, no more