Born a poor worker's son Taught to fight for all his rights Life for him's just begun Union might his leading light. It's a shame and it's a sin They don't know the mood they're in Until they strike for what is right Not what has been. Shop floor, that's where he's at Back to back, bring out the rack Squeeze them 'til they react Wield the gun; see how they run. It's a shame and it's a sin They don't know the mood they're in Until they strike for what is right Not what has been. All out of freedom, all out for more Show them we mean it, tell them the score Brother for brother, that's what we're for Don't give us reasons Our reasons has gone out the door. Born a poor worker's son Taught to fight for all his rights Life for him's just begun Union might his leading light. It's a shame and it's a sin They don't know the mood they're in Until they strike for what is right Not what has been.
