Been meeting in the back room

Been gathering in the parking lot

Been talking in the break room

Of what were are doing with what we've got

Been meeting on the front lawn

Been gathering in the parking lot

Been talking in the break room

Of labour and unrest and eyeing the clock

Are you okay with what you've got?

We're throwing down our push brooms

We're hanging up our apron ties

We're coming from the back roads

Out of the fields and the factory lines

Mutiny!

Tell your brother and your sister

Tell your auntie and your uncle too

Tell your mother and your father

Your friends and your cousins and we need you

Strike!

We've walked so far

But we can walk all night

We're marching from the shipyards

We're marching from the hospitals

We'll take it to the town hall

We'll take it to the capitol