Can't trust that Kinner
Behind that bright red spinner
Your sight turns green
You start, you start to scream
Strike Strike Strike
Strike Strike Strike
Old man who's lost your way
Can't hold on another day
Big chief thinks he's got you got
Holding signs in the parking lot
Strike Strike Strike
Another day you fear for life
Cowering with all your might
Not a life you meant to choose
Can't leave you know what he'll do
Strike Strike Strike