Casey Joe Collins - Table We'll Build

We don't pray for manna anymore
Or believe all the stories you told us before
Our blood and our sweat, we have spilled
But there'll be enough seats at the table we build

May our labor make more, than dollars and cents
To pay for our debts and our slumlords' rents
Leave for our children for than sinking ships
And prays sang from our parents' lips

They sold us all second hand dreams
And we drank 'em all down like snake oil schemes
They say it's not symptomatic of the times
But they painted the proof in the chalk outlines

Our voices are loud and we're screaming for truth
More than just pledges we said in our youth
We'll sing in your chorus and stand in your line
Throw back the teargas every time

I recommend that you start to row
Or get out of our goddamn way
'Cause we're all so sick and tired
Of being told we've got nothing to say

We're still standing in Haymarket Square
Injustice still hangs in the air
You're invited to the party and they'll open their doors
So you can work in their factories and die in their wars

Written by:
Jake Turner

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