Song Description
Irish/Celtic punk rock song. Tons of energy and enthusiasm.
| Song Length |
4:45 |
Genre |
Rock - Punk, World - Celtic |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Irate, Restless |
Subject |
Liberal, Progressive, Revolution |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
"Friend Of Labor"
V01-
Still dark when I hit the docks / every dawn is brown
The last night shrugs the cobwebs off / chug the coffee down
Wind hits while the foreman sits / and the whistle blows
Feet frozen as I hook the chains / and away she goes
VB01-
We're in this together (6)
We pull the lever (5)
& the whole thing stops or starts. (7)
C01-
If anybody knows / where all the money goes
The Ivory Coast so far away from this old harbor town
The promissory land; the slivers in our hands
Their hot sun baked into the orange crates we wrangle down
That's where the backs'll groan / it's where you'll pay the loan
Their ship is stretched out like a lazy queen in Boston Bay
The grimy timecards providing your vineyards
The cork's back in the bottle, lever back upon the throttle.
V02-
Shane mashes the forklift gears / in the morning gray
cracked ribs and some hungry kids / can't take off a day
Clean windows in the office tower / high above us all
Like eyes of a hungry owl / watching vermin crawl
VB02-
We're in this together (6)
We pull the lever (5)
& the whole thing stops or starts. (7)
C02-
If anybody knows / where all the money goes
The Ivory Coast so far away from this old harbor town
The promissory land; the slivers in our hands
Their hot sun baked into the orange crates we wrangle down
That's where the backs'll groan / it's where you'll pay the loan
Their ship is stretched out like a lazy queen in Boston Bay
The grimy timecards providing your vineyards
The cork's back in the bottle, lever back upon the throttle.