[Spoken Intro] do you have fun tonigh you crazy fucks??!! Every town's got a house where an old fighter sits... The kind nobody writes songs about anymore. He wasn't rich. He wasn't famous. He never wore a crown. He just got up before the sun... Worked until the moon was high... And spent the years in between making damn sure the people beside him were treated like human beings. Tonight... This one's for him. --- [Verse 1] Morning whistles, frozen streets, Sixteen years old on tired feet. Lunchbox swinging by his side, A young man's hope and working-class pride. Hands grew rough before they grew old, Dreams weren't bought—they were earned in the cold. Every payday stretched too thin, But he'd smile and do it all again. --- [Verse 2] He met a girl with fire in her eyes, Promised her more than a paycheck life. Built a home with worn-out hands, Brick by brick, just making plans. Kids were laughing down the hall, Though he missed too many after-school calls. Working overtime to keep them warm, Standing strong through every storm. --- [Pre-Chorus] Every blister... Every scar... Made him... Who we are! --- [Chorus] Raise your fists for the ones who stayed! Never backed down, never walked away! Working-class hearts never fade, We carried tomorrow on yesterday! Raise your voice so the young can know! How freedom's earned beneath the smoke! His body's worn... But his spirit stands... The last union man! --- [Verse 3] Factory gates, the sirens cried, Bosses lied while families cried. He stood the line through wind and rain, Took the hits and felt the pain. Locked-out workers side by side, No one left and no one hid. Every victory, every right, Was paid for in the longest nights. --- [Verse 4] Years rolled by like passing trains, Friends disappeared, carved into names. One by one the voices fell, Leaving stories no one tells. Machines grew quiet... The mills shut down... Glass towers climbed above the town. But deep inside he still could hear... The songs of everyone once here. --- [Breakdown] No regret! Not one shift! Not one march! Not one lift! Every contract! Every wage! Written on another page! You can kill a factory... But you can't kill the fight! [punk Guitar Solo] --- [Verse 5] Now he sits where the silence grows, Watching seasons come and go. Old photographs across the wall, He still remembers every call. He'd do it all a second time, Every sacrifice, every climb. Not for money... Not for fame... For the people who carried his name. --- [Final Chorus] Raise your fists for the ones who stayed! Never backed down, never walked away! Working-class hearts never fade, We carried tomorrow on yesterday! Raise your voice so the young can hear! The reason that we're standing here! His hair turned white... His back may bend... But a worker's pride will never end! --- [Outro] One old man... One quiet room... One lifetime built beneath the smoke. He wasn't looking for history... He was busy making it. And long after the last whistle blows... The fight... Lives on.
