Worker’s song
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1. Yeah, 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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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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2. 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 slide rule 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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3. And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war,
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who's
given the 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.
+ CHORUS +
instrumental = verse 3
+ CHORUS (2x)
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3. And 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 plow since time first began,
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and
always expected to carry the can.
(orig. = capo 1st) (Dropkick Murphys)