There's a convoy coming
Carrying a load of gold
All we've got is families
On a six-foot pole
I say, slow down, brother
You ain't driving here
You're gonna leave a lot to leave us here
We're the picket line
The police are messing
With the police are messing
The police are messing
In the riot gear
We've got big axe angles
And it's very clear
Religious sidebreakers
Working for the government
I say, slow down, brother
You ain't driving here
You're gonna leave a lot to leave us here
We're the picket line
We're the picket line
It's cold, it's on my own
My fingers are bubbling
I'm losing my home
It's a shame, such a dry shame
Even if we can listen
We don't need to say
Standing, standing on the picket line
Standing, standing on the picket line
Standing, standing on the picket line
Standing, standing on the picket line
Standing, standing on the picket line
Standing, standing on the picket line
Standing, standing on the picket line
Standing, standing on the picket line
I'm standing
Standing on the picket line
I'm standing
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