Oh, come on all you workers, who toil night and day
By hand and by brain, to earn your pay
Who for centuries all past for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead
Were the first ones to starve, were the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And were always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cats about
In the factries and mills, shipyards and mines
Weve often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, theyve streamlined the job
With sliderule and stopwatch, our pride they have robbed
Were the first ones to starve, were the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And were always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cats about
And when the sky darkens, and the prospect is war
Whos given a gun and then pushed to the fore?
And expected to die, for the land of our birth
Though weve never a one lousy handful of earth
Were the first ones to starve, were the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And were always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cats about
And all of these things, the worker has done
From tillin the fields, to carryin the gun
Weve been yoked to the plow, since time first began
And always expected to carry the can
Were the first ones to starve, were the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And were always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cats about
Were the first ones to starve, were the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And were always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cats about