Union Man کے بول

Clocking in, clocking out again we walked the Hungry Mile in the darkness and the rain, Sweet salvations - bare knuckle brawling, getting drunk as fuck on whiskey This slavery to hell We are the underclass, and the 'lucky country' holds us here Union man, can you save us We need just a quid a week, and a raincoat for this rain Clocking in, but we are never clocking out again These class structures hold us like an anchor in our place, once again Clocking in, clocking out again we walked the hungry mile in the darkness and the rain, Ghosts still live, in stairwells and beneath the bridge, Of those who went before us from this nihilistic view Union man, can you save us We need just a quid a week, and a raincoat for this rain Clocking in, but we are never clocking out again These class structures hold us like an anchor in our place, once again