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Dropkick Murphys Miscellaneous Worker's Song This one's for the workers who toil all night and day By hand and by brain, to earn your pay 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 slide rule and stopwatch, our pride they have robbed Chorus We're the first ones to starve, 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 the gun and then pushed to the fore And expected to die for the land of our birth Though we've never owned one lousy handfu of earth Chorus And all of these things the worker hasdone From tilling the fields to carrying the gun We've been yoked to the plow since time first began And always expected to carry the can |
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