One day when I was fifteen years
The autumn thirty three
My dad came home and he said
"Who will now pay for mom, you and me?"
He'd been fired from his work that day
Him and many more
Now recession was here,
Times of anger and fear
He never got to work anymore
Mom and dad were fighting a lot
And dad, he drank to forget
When he moved out, he hugged me tight
He was crying with regret
Same old story, like yesterday
They live while all the others have to pay
They take it all from us
We're just numbers in their heads
The more they abuse us
The more we're seeing red
Way back in the golden years
When things were said and done
In the industry at the factory
There was work for everyone
We were two hundred workers
We did our best
Working in gases and dust
Though inside we knew for the privileged few
They faced us with disgust
All across our wealthy land
It came from the worker's hand
I did better for sure
But I can't ignore
That the price I paid was grand
Same old story, like yesterday
They live while all the others have to pay
They take it all from us,
We're just numbers in their heads
The more they abuse us
The more we're seeing red
Same old story, no good news at all
They win and we lose as we fall
The people must unite
To rewrite our history
To put an end to their slavery
In welfare or depression
We're always the ones letdown
They keep saying one thing,
What the future will bring,
But we know that day won't come
Now listen to these words I say
Stand up raise your fist
Our banner red shows the way ahead
It's our duty to resist
Even though I'm old and grey
I never will adjust
May the struggle live
There is more to give
'Cause the future belongs to us