Oh, come on all you workers, who toil night and day

By hand and by brain, to earn your pay

Who for centuries all past for no more than your breadHave bled for your countries and counted your dead

We′re the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die

The first ones in line for that pie in the sky

And we′re always the last when the cream is shared out

For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

In the fact'ries and mills, shipyards and mines

We′ve often been told to keep up with the times

For our skills are not needed, they′ve streamlined the job

With sliderule and stopwatch, our pride they have robbed

We're the first ones to starve, we′re the first ones to die

The first ones in line for that pie in the sky

And we're always the last when the cream is shared out

For the worker is working when the fat cat′s about

And when the sky darkens, and the prospect is war

Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore?

And expected to die, for the land of our birth

Though we′ve never a one lousy handful of earth

We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die

The first ones in line for that pie in the sky

And we′re always the last when the cream is shared out

For the worker is working when the fat cat′s about

And all of these things, the worker has done

From tillin' the fields, to carryin′ the gun

We've been yoked to the plow, since time first began

And always expected to carry the can

We′re the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die

The first ones in line for that pie in the sky

And we′re always the last when the cream is shared out

For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

We're the first ones to starve, we′re the first ones to die

The first ones in line for that pie in the sky

And we′re always the last when the cream is shared out

For the worker is working when the fat cat's about