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 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 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 Strike We're throwing down our push brooms We're hanging up our apron ties 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 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 Strike We're throwing down our push brooms We're hanging up our apron ties We've walked so far But we can walk all night We're coming from the back roads Out of the fields and the factory lines