They say the working class is dead, we're all consumers now   They say that we have moved ahead - we're all just people now   There's people doing 'frightfully well' there's others on the shelf   But never mind the second kind this is the age of self   They say we need new images to help our movement grow   They say that life is broader based as if we didn't know   While Martin J. and Robert M. play with printer's ink   The workers 'round the world still die for Rio Tinto Zinc   And it seems to me if we forget   Our roots and where we stand   The movement will disintegrate   Like castles built on sand