And so the rich get rich,
As they tighten the grips,
On the powerless, stressed-out common man.
Wages keep us against the ropes,
Break us down, destroying hopes,
But they can't understand,
What's in our hearts and in our hands,
They can try to keep us down,
But we know they can't!
We stand, fueled by hate!
Pushed, worked, to the grave! Go!!!
Here we stand,
Hammer in hand,
The union is strength for the working man,
They can try to keep us down,
But we know they can't!
So the rich get rich,
As they tighten the grips,
On the powerless, stressed-out common man.
Corporate keeps us against the ropes,
The same ropes, tied tight around our necks.
Let's cut these ropes!
Let's break these chains!
