Lyrics:
Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you what to do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you.
You got to build you a union, got
Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you what to do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you.
You got to build you a union, got
on our land
Please cast your eye over this map, sir
This business is quite out of hand
The circus of death is approaching
Its pathway is painted in
Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you what to do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you.
You got to build you a union, got
it depletes
Will I see you again at this intersection?
In the wind, I try to hang on to your escaping fragrance
A silhouette that used to mean
by your side (by your side, by your side)
To your union (to the union, to the revolution)
And the hope that you provide (you provide, you provide)
with a problem
A blood-spattered curse on our land
Please cast your eye over this map, sir
This business is quite out of hand
The circus of death is
curse on our land
Please cast your eye over this map, sir
This business is quite out of hand
The circus of death is approaching
It's pathway is painted
on our land
Please cast your eye over this map, sir
This business is quite out of hand
The circus of death is approaching
Its pathway is painted in red
to help with a problem
A blood-spattered curse on our land
Please cast your eye over this map, sir
This business is quite out of hand
The circus
though we ain't got hats or badges
We're a union just by sayin' so
And the world will know
What's it gonna take to stop the wagons?
Are we ready?
(Angelica, Angelica, Angelica)
Who is always by your side
(By your side, by your side)
To your union and the hope that you provide
(You provide, you
Reality surely
Leaves the choice in our hands
I could be chemical, I could be a plastic proxy priest
He's got more ends than means, more wants than
dumbfucks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut
This felon conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union
Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you what to do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you
You got to build you a union, got
land
Please cast your eye over this map, sir
This business is quite out of hand
The circus of death is approaching
Its pathway is painted in red
Before
Shakedown with
All of your might oh, baby, shakedown
Pudgy 12 year-olds in Union Jack shorts
Addicted to coffee-whitener and
Frankfurters and
Those boys who
to be...)
The honkie's deep!
(...i mean I just couldn't understand whatever)
The nig-ga's deep!
(...these, I've got to say these -?- )
Caaaannn't help
away
Looking over I'm lost in your eyes
And the red reflection means it's not over yet
Steal a look one more time 'cuz I know
This intersection's
further marshal aide
Have the toast from cavel-cade
Drastically re-written
Peace and dignity we may lack
But wave a jolly trade unions jack
Hooray for
means that all the pits at the top end of the Rhymney valley have now been closed down
35 years of loyal service in the industry
There must be more
Twenty-six cents over a motherfucking record
We need a motherfucking union baby!!!
Cleared out my direction, went forward (ooh)
An unknown intersection, I floor it
Yeah, stallin', stallin', nothin' ain't normal
Deadpan out here,
[DMX talking]
Yea, (another gutter...) you know we had to do it this time baby! Nah-mean?
My nigga D, we walk through the motherfucking' doors
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