The Pinkerton Thugs - Ballad Of The Slaughterhouse lyrics

You don't know what we go through To cut all these steaks You don't know what we go through To put 'em on your plate You don't know what its like To spend your day Slicing necks for meager pay The crying of the cows The screaming of the pigs The horses and the cutting rigs The bloody boots The bloody gloves The bloody walls And the bloody tubs While my kids get thinner and thinner I slice hog for America's dinner So much ham, so many mouths to feed And a bad case of conventional greed The goddamn AFL-CIO Functions only for the status quo Our long term goals can only be met Through a worker's syndicate