From the farmer in the field to the worker on the floor we bear the burden of working life
We work to provide struggle to survive and hope for some piece of mind
When times are tough we tighten our belts until we can make it through
It's not always easy it's not always fair but this is the life we choose
We're born we live and die under this rustbelt sky
We live our lives anyway we can
Our friends are family not bound by blood but loyalty
And together forever we will stand
Been thrown to the wolves time and time again and told we would never survive
We always pick ourselves up and get back in the fight we will never say die
That look in our eyes is a thing called pride and that's something you earn over time
Seen Johnny come lately's all fade away after they told us how bright they would shine
We raise our glass to all those that we've lost in their battles along the way
Your spirit will live forever in our hearts and your memory will never fade away
Still we carry on till this battle is won and we've earned our day in the sun
Warriors of the working class from first to last we stand proud we stand strong