Paroles de la chanson Worker's Song par
In the factories and mills, the shipyards and mines
We've often been told "Keep up with the times"
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with slide-rule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed
We're the the first ones to starve
The first ones to die
We're the first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And we're always the last, when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
We've often been told "Keep up with the times"
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with slide-rule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed
We're the the first ones to starve
The first ones to die
We're the first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And we're always the last, when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
And now all of these things the worker has done
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can
We're the the first ones to starve
The first ones to die
We're the first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And we're always the last, when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about