Strike

You are not allowed to assemble
Complain
Nor make any trouble
 
Never mind the boot crushing into your neck
Keep breathing with whatever air you can get
Don't fight
It's not your living right
Don't strike
We've passed the legislation
 
YEAH RIGHT
 
Did you forget the fires set up on the union houses
The matches to your pad where you were cozy with your spouses
Comfy in your countless count feather down linens
Now charred as they tie em round your neck and your women's
It was illegal then
Yet blood still ran when needs weren't met
Keep passing little laws that have you place safer bets
 
Keep raising up the prices so we gotta move to crime
Keep paying us the same so you can save another dime
Interest rates can hold the poor exactly where they are needed
'We'll buy the homes they can't afford, then we'll refuse to feed em'
 
So when we think to congregate  
It becomes a test of will, then
At least your way we make a wage
To feed scraps to our children
 
I will not skirt around the message needed to be heard
Striking equates the killing of threats that try to thin the herd
So next time they catch word of lemmings acting above their means
Don't let them hoard behind their walls
Collect your pound of meat.