作词 : Fitzsimons Stole the name from the working class Turned us into working brass Sweating till my back breaks everyday Take the long walk through the factory gates As a nation is born a city is laid A power generates for political gain The rich man makes his way to capital goal As a working man tries to make his way in the world WE'RE ONE COMMON VOI CE WE'RE O NE COMMON VOICE WE'R E ONE COMM ON VOICE I N THE WORL D Some say your cards are all dealt in advance Some say you're never ever given a chance Till the day you die hope purities help When the morning bell rings you're on the way to hell Borders are the same between our kind and theirs Been the ******* same for hundreds of years As the working class struggles to get ahead Someone brings the power down and knocks it on the head
作词 : Fitzsimons Stole the name from the working class Turned us into working brass Sweating till my back breaks everyday Take the long walk through the factory gates As a nation is born a city is laid A power generates for political gain The rich man makes his way to capital goal As a working man tries to make his way in the world WE'RE ONE COMMON VOI CE WE'RE O NE COMMON VOICE WE'R E ONE COMM ON VOICE I N THE WORL D Some say your cards are all dealt in advance Some say you're never ever given a chance Till the day you die hope purities help When the morning bell rings you're on the way to hell Borders are the same between our kind and theirs Been the ******* same for hundreds of years As the working class struggles to get ahead Someone brings the power down and knocks it on the head
