Текст песни Picket Line

here's a convoy coming: Carrying a load of coal. All we've got is banners, On a six-foot pole. I said: "slow down brother, You ain't driving in here. Shove that lever into reverse gear We're the picket line." The police are massing, In their riot gear. They've got pickaxe handles And it's very clear, That they're just strike-breakers Working for the government. I said: "slow down brother, You ain't driving in here. Shove that lever into reverse gear We're the picket line." It's cold, It's so f**king cold. My fingers are purple, And I'm losing my hold. It's a shame Such a crying shame. Even if we win this They'll still red file my name I'm standing Standing on the picket line I said I'm standing Standing on the picket line I'm standing Standing on the picket line I'm standing Standing on the picket line Standing, standing Standing on the picket line I'm standing