Gail Gingrich and Valerie De Priest
I'm hearing how business is tough in America
And how the union's out of hand
I heard on the news today ‘bout the latest threat to my pay
There's one thing I just don't understand
They say they can't afford our wages
And turn their greedy eyes to distant shores
While patrols guard the borderlines
I'm standing on a picket line
While corporate boardroom plans are formed
To move my job to Salvador
Where for 50 cents a day
A women sweats her life away
Then they tell me she's my enemy
At first I didn't have the time
To bother with the words
It seemed so very far away
But now I'm in a worried mood
Cause hands need work and kids need food
And I just got laid off today
They say it just makes good business
While their profit swells up like some disease
While patrols guard the borderline
I'm standing on an unemployment line
While somewhere in the Philippines
A mind grows numb from stitching seams
Guatemalan hills are cash,
A coffee picker's skull is smashed
And then they tell me he's my enemy
I think I'm finally putting it all together
Borderlines don't hold their loyalty
They don't care who is the drone
White, red, yellow, black or brown
Profit is their only deity
As corporate arms spread all around the world
They'll strangle any weak neck they can find
From the mines in South Africa
To the fields of El Salvador
From the sweatshops down in Mexico
To the wire slots in Tokyo
Sweat is sweat and blood is blood
And one day soon the time will come
We'll stand and face our common enemy
Sweat is sweat and blood is blood
And one day soon the time will come
We'll stand and face our common enemy.