| We raise the flags and statues to our mission
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| We’ve spoken out in slogans and in campaigns
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| Talked and talked on almost every issue
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| Where oppression of the masses is the constant theme
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| But what does this mean to a little town in Iowa
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| Where the jobs have gone down-stream, down-south, down-and-out
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| Where their fingers used to work to the bone all day
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| Profits rise and fall and starvation is a game
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| Where is the food that used to cover their table
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| Where is the sense of pride at the end of the day
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| To the face of a thriving corporation
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| What could a dying family possibly say
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| On the face of every American worker
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| Is the constant fear that their job will not remain
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| As the CEO is planning his vacation
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| To kill or be killed is the nature of the beast
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| Where is the food that used to cover their table
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| Where is the sense of pride at the end of the day
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| To the face of a thriving corporation
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| What could a dying family possibly say
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| Stand in line, take a number, you sell your soul
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| Then watch it crumble into a pile of rubble that used to be
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| Your job, your life your family’s daily bread
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| Dry and stale malnourished kids
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| The house is sold for a degrading bid
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| Do we continue to talk
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| Or do we take a hammer to their chains
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| To their chains … |