WE ARE THE ONES
We are the hunched over old man who makes your shoes shine
We are the policemen and women who help reduce crime
We are the ones who cook and serve your meals at lunch time
We are the bartenders you find right before closing time
If you're overworked and underpaid
Just nod your head, say you're doing fine
Pick up your shovel, grab your spade
Just nod your head, say you're doing fine
Get back to work, carry on your trade
Just nod your head, say you're doing fine
Quit complaining about making minimum wage
Just nod your head, say you're doing fine
If you're overworked and underpaid
Don't complain just get in line
We are the tracks on which society is laid
Don't complain just get in line
From our broken backs millionaires are made
Don't complain just get in line
It starts when you're a little kid selling lemonade
Don't complain just get in line
Let us unite from here, there, from everywhere
For now is our time to shine
Scream out if your life's defined by more than just your career
For now is our time to shine
If you're in your car join our motorcade
For now is our time to shine
Sing the refrain and join our parade
For now is our time to shine
You might drink the wine but we're the ones who pulled the grapes from the vine
You may own the oil but we're the ones that built the pipeline
They might worship you but we're the ones who erected the shrine
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You may sing the song…
Sing us a song… sing us a song…
But we're the ones who wrote the rhyme
We are the ones who wrote the rhyme