Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
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By hand and by brain to earn your pay
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Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread
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Have bled for your countries and counted your dead
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In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
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We've often been told to keep up with the times
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For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
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And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed
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We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
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The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
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And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
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For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
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And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
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Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
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And expected to die for the land of our birth
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Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth?
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[Chorus x3]
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All of these things the worker has done
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From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
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We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
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And always expected to carry the can
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Worker's Song
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| Dropkick Murphys |
