Song | Union Song |
Artist | Tom Morello |
Album | One Man Revolution |
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 |
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 |