Dropkick Murphys - Worker's Song lyrics
[Dropkick Murphys - Worker's Song lyrics]
Yeah, this one's for the workers
Who toil night and day
By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for
No more than your bread
Have bled for your countries
And counted your dead
In the factories and mills
In the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to keep
Up with the times
For our skills are not needed
They've streamlined the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our
Pride they have robbed
We're the first ones to starve
We're the first ones to die
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 when the sky darkens and
The prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we've never owned one
Lousy handful of earth
And 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
Who toil night and day
By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for
No more than your bread
Have bled for your countries
And counted your dead
In the factories and mills
In the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to keep
Up with the times
For our skills are not needed
They've streamlined the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our
Pride they have robbed
We're the first ones to starve
We're the first ones to die
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 when the sky darkens and
The prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we've never owned one
Lousy handful of earth
And 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