One, two, three, four!

Hey, Mac, we've been here before
But I can’t imagine when
Frontlines and picket signs
But the checks aren't coming in
And you just had that kid
Back on August 10th
And thirty-five bucks a day
Well, it'll barely pay the rent

And we’ll look out for each other
And keep our ears to the ground
‘Cause we'll be listening to that old strike sound

Someone crossed the line today
I guess they don't understand
The word solidarity
Or better days for a fellow man
Well, it takes time and broken locks
We'll make ‘em sweat ‘till we're better off
And trust me, Mac
Everything in the world's gonna be okay
‘Cause revolution sparks the change

And we'll look out for each other
And keep our ears to the ground
‘Cause we'll be listening to that old strike sound
We’ll be hearing that old strike sound, yeah!

Brothers in arms and sisters at hand
We’ll make our way to the Promised Land
They can't stop us from reaching it

And we’ll look out for each other
And keep our ears to the ground
‘Cause we'll be listening to that old strike sound

And we'll look out for each other
And keep our ears to the ground
‘Cause we'll be listening to that old strike sound
We’ll be hearing that old strike sound
Trust me, they'll hear that old strike sound
That old strike sound