Music: Anne Feeney
There‘s an ’alien life from been creepin‘round my job site
Or there looks almost human,but something about'em ain't right
They just cross right over a picket line
Pay no attention to a picket sign
They're called scabs..
scabs..
The lowest life from found in nature's lab
They've got no brains,they've got no heart
Scabs are tearing our communities apart!
They might be reptilian
The blood flows like ice in their veins
Or extra-terrestrial recyclers
That use shit for brains
Now what does it mean to have the "right to skrike"
when companies do anything they like?
Like using scabs..
Scabs...
The lowest life from found in nature's lab
They've got no brains,they've got no heart
Scabs are tearing our communities apart!
Before we had unions,I'll tell ya conditions were bad
Under-staffed,overworked,underpaid until we finally got mad
But then when we walked out to protect our rights
They'd just give away our jobs
To those parasites
To those scabs
scabs
The lowest life form found in nature's lab
They've got no brains,they've got no heart
Scabs are tearing our communities apart!
I could puke watching co-workers turned into weasels and traitors
They must be pod people hatched by those corporate raiders and inside the traitors
Oh you know our labor law is crazy It's so danm two faced
They say I haven't been fired,just permanently replaced
By scabs...
Scabs...
The lowest life from found in nature's lab
They've got no brains,they've got no heart
Scabs are tearing our communities apart!
Oh listen to your mama
this isn't idle gab
You're pretty damn low on the food chain
When you think you've got to grab
Your skriking neighbor's job
I guess you gotta be a scab!