They call it progress
But we call it pain.
For poor working people
It's always the same
Our jobs they are cut
As machines they do more
They call it advancement
But we know the score
Our pay it is frozen
Our living costs rise
But all they can offer's
More pie in the sky
The bosses they tell us
We have it so good
But people are struggling
To give children food
We can make a difference
Things can't stay this way
If we stand together
We will win the day
The moral is simple
Hae no heed for their lies
Let us stand together
Let us do, or die.
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