Letra : Union Song (Live)

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 Lakes... states

Like vegetables left in the field
The signatures smell rotten
On the contracts and the deeds
That push the racе down to the bottom
As they load the rubbеr bullets
As they fire another round
I'm heading into the tear gas
Dig in man, hold your ground

For Joe Hill and César Chávez
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