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