Lads Of The B.l.f.

Now times have changed you can’t deny
They’ve got our backs up against the wall
Workers’ power must organize
Or there’ll be no workers’ power at all
Corporations rule this land
Democracy’s a sham, sir
They rob us blind at every turn
And they don’t give a d**n, sir

Here’s to the boys in the building trade
Under the flag of the old Stockade
Down with the right and up with the left
And here’s to the lads in the B.L.F

They bore the brunt of the bosses’ wrath
To stand for the rights of the working class
Their cause was bagged in papers
That I wouldn’t use to wipe my arse
Bob Hawke and his traitor crew
Conspired with Crabb and Cain, sir
To push through anti-union laws
For corporation’s gain, sir

The rich get richer by the day
The cancer of this nation
While workers’ wages fall behind
The spiral of inflation
Poverty and homelessness
Are not the only norm, sir
Stand up now for workers’ rights
And socialist reform, sir