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Dave Bidini |
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Word came down and it crashed through my door |
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From the twenty-first floor. |
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I was thinking about leaving early for lunch |
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When he told me to shut off my press. |
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His face turned green and his white shirt was wet |
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Like he'd just seen an accident. |
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We threw our masks into a pile. |
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The trucks pulled away for good. |
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Holy Mackinaw Joe. |
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A bus pulled in, and I waved at it, |
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Before I knew what it was. |
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We ran in its tracks, chasing its tires, |
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But the gates had been riveted shut. |
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I looked for the foreman: His number was empty. |
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Up to Red Deer to stay. |
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We gathered some signs and we sparked up a fire. |
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Gordie got burned on the high-voltage wire. |
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Holy Mackinaw Joe. |
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The first thing she'll ask me is: "How did it go today?" |
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And I'll tell her. |
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I thought there was strength in a union. |
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I thought there was strength in a mob. |
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I thought the company was bluffing, |
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When they threatened to chop us off. |
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Ah, these guns will wilt, the winter will seize, |
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And all the bonfires will go out. |
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The company knows when they can afford to be bold. |
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I wish I could, I wish I could, I wish I could. |
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Holy Mackinaw Joe. |
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We are the horses... |
