Who in the name of god do you think you are? | I´m five minutes late shut your gaddamn mouth | I´ve got my belt on; I´m ahead of the game | Get off my shoulders you jobsite nazi | You don´t run shit but your mouth | You say one more word about me to the office staff | You´re going off the beam and you ain´t tying off | Trying to get ahead by fucking with my paycheck | Ain´t getting you nowhere but a fucking broke neck | Jobsite accidents happen everyday | If your head ain´t swiveling, today might be your day | You feel safe and secure with your fucking hardhat | Not if you´re hit with a block of concrete | It´s the wake up call the whole world needs | Our blue-collar time together could crush your white-collar dreams | We all know the guy on the site bucking for a promotion | Sick of us nail driving types ad praying for an office solution | Narc us out to the boss man, circumventing the union | It´s a right to work state but your right to live is in question | You rat fucking bastard fall in line with the workers | No one cares about you, not your employers | You have a degree and no appreciation for the spot I´m in | The union has my back and you ain´t invited | C´mon union brothers, kill the company man | Teach the traitors a lesson and take one out yourself | Millions of ways to do it, don´t make me spell it out | You weld pipe like a mercenary and perceive yourself a visionary| ou rat fucking bastard, fall in line with the workers |
