National Strike

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!