You don't know what we go through  To cut all these steaks  You don't know what we go through  To put 'em on your plate  You don't know what its like  To spend your day  Slicing necks for meager pay  The crying of the cows  The screaming of the pigs  The horses and the cutting rigs  The bloody boots  The bloody gloves  The bloody walls  And the bloody tubs  While my kids get thinner and thinner  I slice hog for America's dinner  So much ham, so many mouths to feed  And a bad case of conventional greed  The goddamn AFL-CIO  Functions only for the status quo  Our long term goals can only be met  Through a worker's syndicate