National strike, General strike
Call it whatever a thing you might like
Society’s getting poorer each day
Poorer in figur’tive and lit’ral ways
And for tools to change it, we’re almost bereft
I’m dearly afraid we have but one left
We’ve got to hit hard in the one place it hurts
If ever to give out and get just desserts
Though it may seem drastic, nothing works like
National strike. National strike
The system is rigged. That's established fact
Elections are tilted, the courts are all stacked
Wealth buys power. Simple enough for ya?
We see it before us. It’s not paranoia
And it’s wrong. No denying. It’s foul and it’s strange
But from inside the system the system won’t change
We must force the rulers who rule to amend it
By using the only leverage that can bend it.
Violence won’t work. Don’t need heads on pikes
National strike. National strike.
80 percent want background checks
Can’t get that done
60 percent want a green new deal
Can’t get that done
Two-thirds want to vote by mail
Can’t get that done
The problem with democracy?
We don’t have one
Protests are fine Protests are great
Something to do when we all get irate
But when media’s run by Billionaire jerks
The narrative’s sidelined and they just don’t work
They can always deflect to get back to the norm
As long as Fox News has it’s well-heeled platform
The Truth is our ally in this class war
But they’ve made sure there isn’t Truth anymore
Until we at least get a turn at the mic
National strike. National strike.
This won’t get solved by folks out in the streets
Or timely facebook posts nor viral tweets
Or angry op-eds or vocal objections
Or blog posts or Insta or Zoom comment sections
This will get solved only once we take ‘way
The thing we still hold that still holds any sway
The only thing the ruling class cares about
Their making of wealth in obscene amounts
Sometimes you must take away the addict’s pipe
National strike. National strike.
We’ll never outspend them, never out sway them
That’s not a thing we can do
But our labor they need. They live on our backs.
When we kneel, they have to kneel too.
In a more perfect world, with a more perfect we
Democracy fixes it all One two three.
But the system’s corrupted in way that’s not funny
Pols don’t chase votes anymore, they chase money
And money, my colleagues, my homies, my friends
There ain’t much of that to be found on our end
So with a system so brutal corrupted
The labor supply needs to be interrupted
With the one thing our overlords really dislike
National strike. National strike!
