Empty Promises (feat. Mark Linskey (from the Hudson Falcons))

Your bullshit compassion is nothing but a slap in the face

Empty promises won't put food on our family's plates

Heard your lies one too many times we're the ones left behind

Time to stand up, time to back the power, time to fight for workers rites

This is a letter to all you union busters

And the fat cats running the show

Take away our rites in the name of greed

And you act like we'll never know

Throw us scraps from your table in your ivory tower

And you wonder why we walk away

Is a living wage too much to ask for

When you're working for it every day

Don't want us organized because they realize

That puts power in the workers hands

Organized labor is viewed as a threat

When it questions or has demands

Our quality of life is always second

To profits at the end of the day

They would keep their pockets lined with our blood sweat and tears

If they we only allowed to have their way