Besedila: The Nightwatchman. Union Song.

Here we go

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

That's right, Si nos quedemos, juntos vamos a ganar? Si
Yeah, 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

That's what I'm talkin' about

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 thundercloud 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 struggled brave and long
Like the union men and women standing up and standing strong
Like the unnamed and unnumbered who struggled brave and long
Like the union men and women standing up and standing strong