Been meetin' in the back room
Been gatherin' in the parking lot
Been talkin' in the break room
Of what we are doing with what we've got
Been meetin' on the front lawn
Been gatherin' in the parking lot
Been talkin' in the break room
Of labor and unrest and eyeing the clock
Are you okay with what you've got?
We're throwin' down our push brooms
We're hangin' up our apron ties
We're comin' from the back roads
Out of the fields and the factory lines
We're throwin' down our push brooms
We're hangin' up our apron ties
We're comin' from the back roads
Out of the fields and the factory lines
Tell your brother and your sister
Tell your auntie and your uncle too
Tell your mother and your father
Your friends and your cousins, "We need you"
Strike!
Strike!
We're throwin' down our push brooms
We're hangin' up our apron ties
We walked so far
But we can walk all night
We're marchin' from the shipyards
We're marchin' from the hospitals
We'll take you to the town hall
We'll take you to the capital
Tell your brother and your sister
Tell your auntie and your uncle too
Tell your mother and your father
Your friends and your cousins, "We need you"
Strike!
Strike!
We're throwin' down our push brooms
We're hangin' up our apron ties
We walked so far
But we can walk all night
We're comin' from the back roads
Out of the fields and the factory lines