DEAD WORK lyrics : "The Breaking Point"
Cash for the dead work, abolish the scrip
Keep my family safe from the mine owners whip
8 hours for work, 8 hours for play, 8 hours for rest at the end of the day
These concessions are fair when yer risking yer life
For a roof over yer head and a meal for yer kids and wife
Armed thugs watch out camp and decide who can leave
While the company store, decides what we need
The only personal decision we get,
is to work for the mine or rot in a ditch
Own the state and the state owns the land
Without personal wealth, there's no way I can
Relocate my family and start new again
So my options are scab or join in the strike campaign
Against corporate statehood, unfettered profits that won't see our pockets
Supply side economics leave us in want cold hungry and gaunt
John D. bought the national guard, to quell the dispute
But the pressure is rising, the lines gonna break.
The match has been put to the fuse of this powder keg
The men take position on Water Tank Hill
the signal 3 blasts and the orders to kill
Ludlow is bustling, confusion and fear sweep the campsite and poison the dark atmosphere
A man he comes running with white flag in hand,
unable to prevent whats soon to begin
The charges are set and the first 2 are heard,
but bullets and screams cover the third
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