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The building's not going as he planned
The foreman has injured his hand
The dozer will not clear a path
The driver swears he learned his math

The workers are

My Name Is Jonas

Weezer

Weezer (Blue Album)

1994

The building's not going as he planned
The foreman has injured his hand
The dozer will not clear a path
The driver swears he learned his math

The workers are

the plant in Volta Redonda, RJ and slaughtered the workers. Dozens of workers were injured and three martyrs fell in face of the murderous rage

The building's not going as he planned
The foreman has injured his hand
The dozer will not clear a path
The driver swears he learned his math

The workers are

planned
The foreman has injured his hand
The dozer will not clear a path
The driver swears he learned his math

The workers are going home
The workers are

as he planned
The foreman has injured his hand
The dozer will not clear a path
The driver swears he learned his math

The workers are going home

grammar when I'm injured with a hammer,
But I've a preference for the deference of a metaphor.

I've read the Odyssey by Homer and the Iliad as well,
I

Cauldron spewing
Heartless campaigns
Meanwhile,
I call for a solution:
The redistribution of wealth
I call for revolution
I long for human rights
Life,

working for health insurance
But when we're injured there's no assurance
That we will get workman's comp
On our necks the bosses stomp
Exposure to risky

They came at the invitation of the British Government
The passports were stamped indefinitely to remain
But for some who were children then, that was

In early May 1886, at a protest rally
A general strike for the workers' rights at Haymarket Square
The march went along every street and down every

workers got wrapped up
Had to fall back for nine months
Then it's strait back jugg mode
Never talk, that's the hood code
I'm your favourite trapper trapper

Sing My Song

Sparks

State Property

2001

Sticking up young workers for they packages
Like fuck coppers 'cause basically the Rolling Stones be homeless
So when the cops catch us they don't run from

The road will be rough, I'm sure
Could lead me to a grave
But I've lived life as a coward
Now is the time to be brave
A simple worker, a common peasant
Not

Happening 
Head spinning 
Like a Kraken in it 
She poke it out 
Like her back was injured 
Spark up like it's circuits singeing 
Cut the leaf like

And they've thawed out in the sun

Then we can sharpen swords in sync
With local textile workers
And sew together sinews for our injured ally warriors
Building

Bring in the poor and the needy For theirs is the kingdom of God 
The injured the sick and the weary 
Bond up their wounds with His love 
Their souls

We're buried alive for the bottom line
They dont care about workers
Thats why we must be subversive
They will lie to all of you about the price

It looks a mess, you've got flooding, you have water
You have people that were injured
Um, I was able to see outside, and so you saw falling bodies