| Song | Union Song |
| Artist | Tom Morello |
| Album | One Man Revolution |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Morello | |
| 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 | |
| Si nos quedemos | |
| Juntos vamos a ganar? | |
| Si! 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 | |
| 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 thunder cloud 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 struggle brave and long | |
| Like the union men and women | |
| Standing up and standing strong |
| zuo qu : Morello | |
| 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 | |
| Si nos quedemos | |
| Juntos vamos a ganar? | |
| Si! 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 | |
| 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 thunder cloud 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 struggle brave and long | |
| Like the union men and women | |
| Standing up and standing strong |
| zuò qǔ : Morello | |
| 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 | |
| Si nos quedemos | |
| Juntos vamos a ganar? | |
| Si! 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 | |
| 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 thunder cloud 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 struggle brave and long | |
| Like the union men and women | |
| Standing up and standing strong |