Picket Line

There's a convoy coming:

Carrying a load of coal.

All we've got is banners,

On a six-foot pole.

I said: slow down brother,

You ain't driving in here.

Shove that lever into reverse gear

We're the picket line.?

The police are massing,

In their riot gear.

They've got pickaxe handles

And it's very clear,

That they're just strike-breakers

Working for the government.

I said: slow down brother,

You ain't driving in here.

Shove that lever into reverse gear

We're the picket line.?

It's cold,

It's so fucking cold.

My fingers are purple,

And I'm losing my hold.

It's a shame

Such a crying shame.

Even if we win this

They'll still red file my name

I'm standing

Standing on the picket line

I said I'm standing

Standing on the picket line

I'm standing

Standing on the picket line

I'm standing

Standing on the picket line

Standing, standing

Standing on the picket line

I'm standing