I might not be a slave but I'm still beaten be my masters
I work all day to earn my pay
So I can spend it all living day to day
Many work harder than I do
For less than I do
Yet it still feels like servitude
Why oh why am I so entitled?

I've got a good home
And a wife who's hot
Why would I worry what I have or have not?
It's not that working is such a hassle
I just prefer to hang in my own castle

I'm entitled
I'm entitled
No denial
I'm entitled