| 歌曲 | Katie Bar the Door |
| 歌手 | Street Dogs |
| 专辑 | Fading American Dream |
| 作曲 : Bean, Hollar, McColgan, Rioux ... | |
| When I graduated high school | |
| College not my scene | |
| So I got a job at home for me | |
| Feeling good about my opportunity | |
| It's got benefits and decent pay... but they say | |
| We hit a stalemate, looks bleak for us | |
| A strike or lock-out or wholesale bust | |
| Think to myself what a hell of a start | |
| As we file down to | |
| Kate's Tavern | |
| Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails | |
| Any hope for calm went | |
| John B. Sails | |
| We're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind | |
| And raise a glass to better times | |
| The rumor mill's dispelled the official word comes down | |
| They're gonna move our jobs real far away | |
| Settle to another country where mistreatment for the workers is so commonplace... the judge says "We cannot stop them, they're free to go" | |
| He looks me in the eyes he says "I can't help you son" | |
| Whatever happened to | |
| America? She was sold twenty-six fuckin' long years ago | |
| Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails | |
| Any hope for calm went | |
| John B. Sails | |
| We're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind | |
| And raise a glass to better times | |
| Hey, Hey, | |
| Hey, Hey Hey, | |
| Hey, Hey, | |
| Hey Why sing about the unions again? | |
| They have all died away | |
| We are now in the midst of a brand new world economy | |
| I don't believe them, | |
| I won't despair | |
| They are regrouping, they're coming back to stay | |
| Twelve percent can climb back up to fifty percent | |
| Once again, my friend, a message we'll send | |
| Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails | |
| Any hope for calm went | |
| John B. Sails | |
| We're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind | |
| And raise a glass to better times | |
| Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails | |
| Any hope for calm went | |
| John B. Sails | |
| We're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind | |
| And raise a glass to better times | |
| We'll raise a glass to better times | |
| We'll raise a glass to better times |
| zuò qǔ : Bean, Hollar, McColgan, Rioux ... | |
| When I graduated high school | |
| College not my scene | |
| So I got a job at home for me | |
| Feeling good about my opportunity | |
| It' s got benefits and decent pay... but they say | |
| We hit a stalemate, looks bleak for us | |
| A strike or lockout or wholesale bust | |
| Think to myself what a hell of a start | |
| As we file down to | |
| Kate' s Tavern | |
| Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails | |
| Any hope for calm went | |
| John B. Sails | |
| We' re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind | |
| And raise a glass to better times | |
| The rumor mill' s dispelled the official word comes down | |
| They' re gonna move our jobs real far away | |
| Settle to another country where mistreatment for the workers is so commonplace... the judge says " We cannot stop them, they' re free to go" | |
| He looks me in the eyes he says " I can' t help you son" | |
| Whatever happened to | |
| America? She was sold twentysix fuckin' long years ago | |
| Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails | |
| Any hope for calm went | |
| John B. Sails | |
| We' re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind | |
| And raise a glass to better times | |
| Hey, Hey, | |
| Hey, Hey Hey, | |
| Hey, Hey, | |
| Hey Why sing about the unions again? | |
| They have all died away | |
| We are now in the midst of a brand new world economy | |
| I don' t believe them, | |
| I won' t despair | |
| They are regrouping, they' re coming back to stay | |
| Twelve percent can climb back up to fifty percent | |
| Once again, my friend, a message we' ll send | |
| Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails | |
| Any hope for calm went | |
| John B. Sails | |
| We' re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind | |
| And raise a glass to better times | |
| Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails | |
| Any hope for calm went | |
| John B. Sails | |
| We' re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind | |
| And raise a glass to better times | |
| We' ll raise a glass to better times | |
| We' ll raise a glass to better times |