| The first thing that needs to be said
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| Is hatred’s all very well
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| But hatred must be organised
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| If dreams are to be realised
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| And anger is no substitute
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| For diciplined rebellion
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| To unionise is to organise
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| Unionise!
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| Fight back!
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| Unionise!
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| Stop! |
| Strike!
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| Unionise!
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| Well all this talk of fighting back
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| Is talk to be ignored
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| If we don’t know where our power lies
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| And utilize the tools we’ve got
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| The bosses have the money
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| And the workers have no rights
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| But our muscle is our labour
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| And we flex it when we go on strike
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| Unionise!
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| Fight back!
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| Unionise!
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| Stop! |
| Strike!
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| Unionise!
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| We can talk of riots and petrol bombs
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| And revolutions all day long
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| But if we fail to organise
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| We’ll waste our lives on protest songs
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| A life worth living is waiting to be won, sure
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| The day the bosses fall
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| The day the dream has come
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| But stop romanticising
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| Hollow talk is just a curse
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| The revolution won’t appear
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| We all have to build for it first
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| Unionise!
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| Fight back!
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| Unionise!
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| Stop! |
| Strike!
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| Unionise! |