Maggie's Farm
Rage Against the Machine Lyrics
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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
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
She's the brains behind pa
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's 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
The song "Maggie's Farm" by Rage Against the Machine is a cover of Bob Dylan's original song from 1965. The song is a scathing critique of the capitalist system and the exploitation of workers. The lyrics express the frustration and rebellion of the singer who refuses to work on Maggie's farm, the symbolic representation of the oppressive system.
The song begins with the singer refusing to work on Maggie's farm anymore, stating that he will not be a part of the system that drives him mad. The singer describes waking up every day with a head full of ideas that are driving him insane, and it’s a shame that Maggie makes him scrub the floor. The repetition of the phrase "I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more" emphasizes the singer's resolve to rebel against the system.
The lyrics then focus on Maggie's brother, who hands out nickels and dimes to his workers and fines them for slamming doors. The singer refuses to work for Maggie's brother anymore. The next verse is about Maggie's pa, a wealthy and powerful man who puts out his cigar in the faces of his workers and has the National Guard protect his home. The final verse talks about Maggie's ma, who talks about man and God and law and is known to be the brains behind pa. The singer refuses to work for Maggie's ma as well.
Overall, "Maggie's Farm" is a powerful expression of rebellion against the capitalist system and the exploitation of workers.
Line by Line Meaning
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I refuse to continue working on Maggie's farm
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I am adamant about no longer working on Maggie's farm
Well, I wake up in the morning
Every morning I awaken
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I clasp my hands and pray for precipitation
I got a head full of ideas
My mind is overflowing with thoughts
That are drivin' me insane
These thoughts are slowly driving me into madness
It's a shame
It's regrettable
The way she makes me
The method in which she compels me
Scrub the floor
To clean the floor thoroughly
I ain't gonna work on, nah
I am steadfast in my decision not to work there
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I refuse to continue working on Maggie's farm
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I am not going to labor for Maggie's sibling any longer
Nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I am determined and will not work for Maggie's brother ever again
Well, he hands you a nickel
He gives you a small amount of money
And he hands you a dime
He presents you with ten cents
And he asks you with a grin
He inquires with a smile
If you're havin' a good time
If you are enjoying yourself
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
He charges you a fee whenever you close the door too hard
I ain't gonna work for, nah
I will not work for him anymore
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I am not going to labor for Maggie's sibling any longer
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I am not going to work for Maggie's father anymore
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I am adamant about not working for Maggie's father
Well, he puts his cigar
He places his smoking device
Out in your face just for kicks
Extending the cigar toward your face for no particular reason
His bedroom window
The window in his sleeping quarters
It is made out of bricks
It's constructed from bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Military personnel protect his door
I ain't gonna work, nah
I am resolute in my decision
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I refuse to work for Maggie's father
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
I will not work for Maggie's mother
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
I am set in my determination and will not work for Maggie's mother
Well, she talks to all the servants
She converses with all of the helpers
About man and God and law
Regarding topics of men, religion, and jurisprudence
And everybody says
Everyone affirms
She's the brains behind pa
She has the intellectual power and controls her husband
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four
Her age is sixty-eight, although she insists it's twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for, nah
I am unwavering in my decision
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
I will absolutely not work for Maggie's mother
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I refuse to work on Maggie's farm any longer
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I am determined that I will not work on Maggie's farm ever again
Well I try my best
I give it my all
To be just like I am
To remain true to myself
But everybody wants you
Everyone demands
To be just like them
To conform to their standards
They sing while they slave and just get bored
They sing while they work laboriously but become disinterested
I ain't gonna work on, nah
I am fixed and will not work there
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I refuse to continue working on Maggie's farm
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bob Dylan
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@MiguelGutierrez-mg9mb
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
She's the brains behind pa
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's 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
@user-ip9yu7lp1q
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I aint 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 Maggie's farm no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
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 Maggie's brother more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I aint 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
Ah, 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, when she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I aint 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 say sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
@JoseCom11
Bob Dylan's version is passive-aggressive while RATM's version is just aggressive. I like it.
@allancastillo3483
Fuck yeah they’re like “take it and eat it”
@bobphillips1330
This is weak! 0 aggression legit a whiny teenager bitching about having to work!!!
@paulfrancis4227
Exactly
@SatansBirdLawExpert
Aggressive-Aggressive 🔥🤘🏽
@LightsaberGoBrrrrrr
@@allancastillo3483my entire life I’ve been telling people to “eat it, like it”
Or if I’m really in a shitty mood -
“Eat it, like it, suck it, fuck it”
@Redbean23
“Well I try my best to be just like I am, but everybody wants you to be just like them”
Definitely one of my favorite lyrical lines of all time. Dylan version or RATM version, doesn’t matter. It gets me every time.
@nothing2see315
That's ironic considering they just put out a video telling people who they are (white) and what they should be ashamed of
@moodist1er
@@nothing2see315 that's not what they said, stop being such a fragile reactionary pleb.
@nothing2see315
@@moodist1er You can't fight irony with more irony man