Lyrics:
counter
Suffer from crippling anxiety
I am an essential worker
I risk my life for society
General Strike General Strike Shut it down
General Strike General
Rise up the Starry Plough
In James Connolly's name
Rise up the Starry Plough
For his glory and his fame
He joined the Transport Union
So the workers
on a victrola - it is Enrico Caruso Tosca e Lucevan Le Stelle, Act III (link below to YouTube)
Attorney General, Philander Knox enters, he’s holding
Baibe ehh
I am badda badda
Badda Dan muhoozi di general
I am bigger bigger
Bigger than him on twitter
I am badda badda
Badda Dan Nalweyiso di general
I
taking so we're gonna take back
General strike-counter attack
We don’t want zero hour contracts
Workers of the world unite
You create the wealth with
Bloody Thursday was July 6th
The pigs killed three workers harry bridges grabbed the mic
The city shut down July 6th the workers outrage it was
Well there is a page in history when the workers first fought back
When the might of exploitation at last began to crack
In farm and field
And the workers of the world again shall sing
And when the soldiers burn their uniforms in every land
The foxholes at the borders will be left unmanned
General
what the Dread won't know won't hurt
Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'
Life interceptor,
a
Trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt
Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'
Life
Soldiers of the
White army have been drafted (Wen'uth'ayihlome)
To work for SATS (Wen'uth'ayihlome)
South African Transport Services (UMandel'uth'ayihlome)
Grand Puba Nubian co-workers (Hah)
Specialise in music, these cats'll never lose it (Huh)
Time for some action for your satisfaction (Hah)
Stackin
only for benefits of other's like worker bees
Until a worker sees like Hercules
I burst and squeeze laser cannons
With a team of freelance mercenaries
And the workers of the world again shall sing
And when the soldiers burn their uniforms in every land
The foxholes at the borders will be left unmanned
General
And the workers of the world again shall sing
And when the soldiers burn their
Uniforms in every land
The foxholes at the borders
Will be left unmanned
General
counted - never mattered - never be
Arbeit macht frei
Transport of invalids
Hartheim Castle breathes us in
In block 5 we worship malaria
My chinese ting cooking dim Sum tonight
She said im sweet like chocolate
I'm gonna hit the roof if I shout my worker
and he ain't got this gone yet
Bloody Thursday was July 6th the pigs killed three workers
Harry bridges grabbed the mic
The city shut down July 6th the workers outrage it was
Jah the best in men
And sometimes the ugliest
In 1987
The hostel dwellers of the South Africa Transport Services
Where band together in a dispute
a magnificent symbol
Of inspired leadership the sheer will of the people
To glorify the worker to protect the great nation
It's said amongst Eastern folk that
close to me
My dad was one of those workers cut loose from the factory
And I worked my way though college at that general store
And I still cheer and root
madness
There’s a great sense of
Dissatisfaction in lab workers
Healthcare workers in general
In an ideal world, it wouldn’t be like that
It would be much
and McLeans
Gateway Motor Freight , Transport, Vikings
Dixie, Ohio, and Trans American Some
East Texas, Mason Dixon, Watkin and Transcon
Wilson Associate got
I dont wanna go to work,
And f*** a boss on my back,
Co-workers ain't worth a shit,
Who got time for that,
(who got time for that)
And court coming
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