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For the fired auto workers
Who were twisted, tricked and robbed To the peasant in Guatemala In a sweatshop got your job And she can't feed her family On the pennies that she makes Meanwhile the crime rate's rising Up and down the Great Lake states Like vegetables left in the field The signatures smell rotten On the contracts and the deeds That push the race down to the bottom As they load the rubber bullets As they fire another round I'm heading into the tear gas Dig in man, hold your ground For Joe Hill and Caesar Chavez Who fought in their own time For our brothers and our sisters Up and down that picket line For the unnamed and unnumbered Who struggle brave and long For the union men and women Standing up and standing strong Si nos quedemos Juntos vamos a ganar? Si ! Hit em where it hurts And bite the hand that feeds You might get one to three Or probation and a fine But I know where I'm gonna be I'm gonna be right on that front line For Joe Hill and Caesar Chavez Who fought in their own time For our brothers and our sisters Up and down that picket line For the unnamed and unnumbered Who struggle brave and long For the union men and women Standing up and standing strong Now dirty scabs will cross the line While others stand aside and look But ain't nobody never got nothin' That didn't raise their voice and push Like the steel worker in Ohio The miner in West Virginia The teacher in Chicago Janitor in Mississippi From the sweatshops of L.A. To the fields of Mission Flats There's a thunder cloud exploding And I'm free at last Like Joe Hill and Caesar Chavez Who fought in their own time Like our brothers and our sisters Up and down that picket line Like the unnamed and unnumbered Who struggle brave and long Like the union men and women Standing up and standing strong |
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No one knows who gave the orders
No one asks about the crime No one looks behind the curtain No one questions why The only time we've got Is right about now I cross my heart I take the vow I'll never turn I'll never bend I'm with you now Until the end Tonight's the test Tonight's the time I am the punishment That fits the crime I'll break the bricks I'll pick the locks I ain't got nothin' But I'll give what I got I'll never turn I'll never bend I'm with you now Until the end Ten trials whose outcomes All fixed from the start Nine judges sitting counting Their money in the dark Eight towers of iron Surround the desert town On a cold December morning Seven martyrs knocked them down Four fathers still waiting For their five sons to come home Six mothers who know better And accept that they're gone Four years I've been hunted Still I breathe free Three times I shot the sheriff And did not spare the deputy Two prayers I'm praying Until we're together One promise I'm keeping Tonight and forever I'll never turn I'll never bend I'm with you now Until the end |