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Oi Lyrics sick of waking up tired and broke
gotta black lung cough but i dont smoke
ive traded my years for nikels and dimes
but the boss man aint no friend of mine
they know me by a number, i have no name
every pay day i bow my head in shame
wasted time ,my families coming last
it seems to me that my time has passed
no more room for negotiations
aint wasting my time on demonstrations
im takin whats mine, we're takin whats ours
to the plenty, goes the power
no use in forming a picket line
charge the front gate, i come for whats mine
no more threats of a downsize phase
your greed and wealth have seen its final days
this aint no union, this aint no gang
we're just blue collared boys doing the right thing
for years you kept us down with fear
but the whistles blown, pay days here
