Been meeting in the back room   Been gathering in the parking lot   Been talking in the break room   Of what were are doing with what we've got   Been meeting on the front lawn   Been gathering in the parking lot   Been talking in the break room   Of labour and unrest and eyeing the clock   Are you okay with what you've got?   We're throwing down our push brooms   We're hanging up our apron ties   We're coming from the back roads   Out of the fields and the factory lines   Mutiny!   Tell your brother and your sister   Tell your auntie and your uncle too   Tell your mother and your father   Your friends and your cousins and we need you   Strike!   We've walked so far   But we can walk all night   We're marching from the shipyards   We're marching from the hospitals   We'll take it to the town hall   We'll take it to the capitol