Lyrics:
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule
lies on his side, is he trying to hide?
In fact it's the earth which he's known since birth
Face worker, a serpentine miner
A roof falls, an underliner
a distant relation
Communists are just part time workers
And there's no thanks
From the loading bay ranks
Look at a car park for two days
Look
five to go
Migrant Worker is the name of this band
If we're ever in your town, come see us if you can
Yeah, we been to New Orleans, we been to New
birth
Face worker, a serpentine miner
A roof falls, an underliner
Of leaf structure, the egg timer
some solution but I just don't know
The bosses want decisions, the workers need ambitions
There won't be no collisions when they move so slow
Nothing
of Holies, the Home
And from the TV an unwatched voice
Suggests the answer is to plant more trees
The scrawl on the wall says what about the workers
of employment
Which is annoying cause it's so boring
Your co-workers are talking too loud for you to ignore them
It affects your occupational performance
be
Drink it away, every tear is false
Churchill no different
Wish the workers bled to a machine
workers of the world
'Cause, The union was the only friend he had
'Cause, The union was the only friend he had
Now the strikes were bloody
the cars out
And the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself
You American Pie, stop feeling yourself
Nigga, you just a worker, go deal
wave the steel
I live this way, it's real dawg, no joke
Blow smoke in your bitch face, piss on your wheels
Slap your custies, clap your worker
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like workers in a factory we do our share
But there's so many other
a construction worker working on a home
Might be living in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You may own guns, you may even own tanks
You may be somebody's
top of the class
All they taught you at school
Was how to be a good worker
The system has failed you, don't fail yourself
Just because you're better
before
They're key workers, but they couldn't even get in the door
When you're at Heaven's Gates, what you tellin' the Lord?
You wouldn't even let a kid
Raise a spoon to frontline workers
An underfunded principle
They risk all to be there for us
A younger you and a younger me
Meeting at The Serpentine
ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
My workers compensated so they don't strike
Wish me luck, see green like Don Bishop
The ones you trust don't
I'm just a guy with a rock star attitude,
I've got no belief and I got no gratitude
Don't wanna talk to my co-workers
I think they're a bunch
y'all, singin', hey y'all, hey, hey y'all
Barn burners, nail biters
Shift workers, firefighters
Prom queens, outsiders
All livin' for the love of the game
Towns' and cities' populations up and grow
The workers move to the suburbs
In between I watch and go
I run alongside rush hour traffic
A prayer for
the poor make money
And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewherem dummy (yeah, okay)
Now BK workers is too damn rude
I think I'll go get me some
Argentinos, Argentinos
We are all workers now
Fighting against our common enemies
Poverty, social injustice
Foreign domination of our industries
Reaching
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like workers in a factory we do our share
But there's so many other
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