We raise the flags and statues to our mission
We've spoken out in slogans and in campaigns
Talked and talked on almost every issue
Where oppression of the masses is the constant theme
But what does this mean to a little town in Iowa
Where the jobs have gone down-stream, down-south, down-and-out
Where their fingers used to work to the bone all day
Profits rise and fall and starvation is a game
Where is the food that used to cover their table
Where is the sense of pride at the end of the day
To the face of a thriving corporation
What could a dying family possibly say
On the face of every American worker
Is the constant fear that their job will not remain
As the CEO is planning his vacation
To kill or be killed is the nature of the beast
Where is the food that used to cover their table
Where is the sense of pride at the end of the day
To the face of a thriving corporation
What could a dying family possibly say
Stand in line, take a number, you sell your soul
Then watch it crumble
Into a pile of rubble that used to be
Your job
Your life
Your family's daily bread
Dry and stale malnourished kids
The house is sold for a degrading bid
Do we continue to talk
Or do we take a hammer to their chains
To their chains ...
We've spoken out in slogans and in campaigns
Talked and talked on almost every issue
Where oppression of the masses is the constant theme
But what does this mean to a little town in Iowa
Where the jobs have gone down-stream, down-south, down-and-out
Where their fingers used to work to the bone all day
Profits rise and fall and starvation is a game
Where is the food that used to cover their table
Where is the sense of pride at the end of the day
To the face of a thriving corporation
What could a dying family possibly say
On the face of every American worker
Is the constant fear that their job will not remain
As the CEO is planning his vacation
To kill or be killed is the nature of the beast
Where is the food that used to cover their table
Where is the sense of pride at the end of the day
To the face of a thriving corporation
What could a dying family possibly say
Stand in line, take a number, you sell your soul
Then watch it crumble
Into a pile of rubble that used to be
Your job
Your life
Your family's daily bread
Dry and stale malnourished kids
The house is sold for a degrading bid
Do we continue to talk
Or do we take a hammer to their chains
To their chains ...
Other albums by the artist
Snapcase Vs Boy Sets Fire
1999 · EP
In Chrysalis - EP
1998 · EP
Day The Sun Went Out
1997 · album
Acoustic Bonus: 20th Anniversary Live in Berlin
2017 · album
Boysetsfire (Track by Track)
2015 · album
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