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a tiny blade of grass In a great big field To workers I'm just another drone To ma bell I'm just another phone I'm just another statistic on a sheet
reside in your dreams I am the Lurker I’m the field worker I am the spy Welcome to your demise I am the Lurker I know your habits and patterns Like
to sing a song of evil, But he'll never know the kind of musci people share. Day begins, the fields are filling, Workers out to do their share, Song
Will you go? Will you heed the call? Send forth workers to the harvest (Send forth workers to the harvest) Send forth workers to the field (Send forth
Out in the fields there's workers every day farming the land 'cause that was the only way but now it's a joke the thunder's a foreign sound we're
People go on living The worker's hour shared Women they join in anger Their voices can be heard We are workers We are workers in a field
Drought makes the workers dream Muscles and fields of green Shovel the last few crumbs Of generosity Open hearts, open mind, open mouth, open
Drought makes the workers dream Muscles and fields of green Shovel the last few crumbs Of generosity Open hearts, open mind, open mouth, open
dreams Laughter, joy, you need beliefs But without love you sow an empty field A worker for the wind In the night the light grows thinner The lust for love
chains are linked by mold Ya and blood lack the change To take care of a Range So I'll never get the keys, if I can't pay the tolls Oh Field Workers Ball
million Africans And put us on ships with cramped spaces Next they sold us at scramble When we were separated from our families Field workers had
Black crows in the summer sky. Wheat fields turned to gold. Workers in the blazing sun. Forests in the cold. Farmers in a cabin room. Portraits
never turned the lights on at Wrigley And in my dreams They never turned the lights on at Wrigley Field Singing workers of the world unite It's just
the time is now and the fields are white The workers are few but the grain is ripe Let's have a harvest Well the grain is really ready, Lord And I'll work
and servants, Field workers or pastors, Praised the blessed hand of God. So the days followed the days And in the pious family, The young man and the girl
drooling mess. Bitterly unruly on mud hugger alert, he usher dirt to the kick circus. Deflected labor ethic questions peeled at the field workers. Is it raw?
a scenario Walmart field trip, workers on a real trip Telling us to get out of the Walmart, hell no Bikes, confiscated, little tikes, agitated But there's no
and raised our swords to fight For the Bible is my weapon and the Spirit is my shield The Church needs more of its members to be workers in the field
at the bars 2.Here's to the teachers in the crowded rooms Here's to the workers in the fields Here's to the Preachers of the sacred word Here's to the drivers
ol'steal And it's frozen like ice In the coldest place where that space be Can't even be traced It's the poppy field To the leaf worker's bag the bag
away; One million candle-powered It kept the night at bay. While the power station workers Were busy making hay, The workers in the fields Were
away It's the ladies of the evening and those living in the streets Workers in the fields and junkies staying clean People who don't have much to give,
the bars Here's to the teachers in the crowded rooms Here's to the workers in the fields Here's to the preachers of the sacred words Here's
the countryside to breathe Ripped up fields, bullied flocks And worked his workers right around the clock It may seem strange but he?d admit Intentions aren?t
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