[Intro: crowd murmur, one stomp, one clap] Not one Not one [Hook: female sung lead, choir and crowd answer] Not one more shift! (Not one more!) Not one more hour of your lie Not one more shift! (Not one more!) Till you look us in the eye [Verse 1: male MC, shaky, rising] Nineteen years on the line and I never raised a hand Never filed a grievance, never took a stand Kept my head down, kept my lunch in a cooler Watched a suit cut the pension with a pen and a ruler Third floor got a bonus, second floor got a boat Ground floor got a memo and a fuckin' raffle for a coat Lost two fingers to the press back in oh-nine Came back in a splint and they docked me for the time Then they voted me the steward, God knows why it's me Man who stutters at the drive-thru, now they want a speech Bullhorn shakin' like a leaf in my hand Twelve hundred faces starin' at a scared old man [Flow switch: one shouted word per beat] Lights. Off. Gates. Shut. Hands. Up. Not. One. [Hook: female sung lead, choir and crowd answer] Not one more shift! (Not one more!) Not one more hour of your lie Not one more shift! (Not one more!) Till you look us in the eye [Verse 2: steady, angrier] Sent a consultant with a laptop and a vest Said the numbers say we're family, so the family takes less Family? My family's at the kitchen table doin' math Family's the woman on line four with a broken back Workin' doubles in a brace 'cause the fund ran out of slack You don't get to call it family from a jet with a tan Family don't send letters through a lawyer to a man We the hands that built your summer house and your daughter's car We the reason that the shareholders know who you are Bring in your replacements, let 'em learn the machine Let 'em lose a couple fingers 'fore they learn what I mean [Beat Switch: drums cut, a cappella crowd and choir, then slam double-time] Not one! Not one! Not one more! Not one! Not one! Not one more! [Verse 3: double-time, live drums] Now the cameras on the fence and the boss is on the phone And the scared old man with the stutter found his tone Every hand on the line got a fist in the sky Every woman in the warehouse singin' high Starve us out a week? We got barrels and a grill Every church on the avenue sendin' soup up the hill Nineteen years I said nothin', I was scared of the cost Turns out silence was the shift I been workin' at a loss [Final Hook: full choir, female sung lead, crowd] Not one more shift! (Not one more!) Not one more hour of your lie Not one more shift! (Not one more!) Till you look us in the eye [Outro: a cappella crowd and choir, no drums] Not one Not one Not one more
