We build the fucking cars for the bastards to drive We grow and supply the food for them to survive We assemble the bricks for them to live in If we all stopped working the system would cave in
We sweep the streets to keep it fucking clean You live in a mansion, the waste is obscene We wait your tables and beg for a tip We provide the warmth from the bottom of a coal pit
Stop working working working working Working working working working Stop working working working working Working working working stop
You can't destroy us, we're the heart of this nation What we're doing is for the next generation We should stand as one and work for each other for the workers, unemployed, my sister and my bruuva
Stop working working working working Working working working working Stop working working working working Working working working stop
I wanted to write a book on my life Just to prove that I was here I wanted to tell everyone doing working class jobs That there is an alternative I'm 42 a cleaner And revolution is not my cup of tea This goes out to the road sweepers Builders, scousers and shop workers THIS IS FOR YOU......Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
