No More Working Class

Sometimes he feels like a hurricane
In a room full of glass
They say the world is perfectly sane
And there's no more working class
Sometimes he feels like a hurricane
In a room full of glass

Unite again
My working friend
Unite again
My working friend
And the unjustice might finally end

Sometimes he feels like heavy weather
On the false sea of peace
They say a hen is the same as a feather
So workers could now live at ease
Sometimes he feels like heavy weather
On the false sea of peace

Unite again
My working friend
Unite again
My working friend
And the unjustice might finally end



Credits
Writer(s): Jan Strandberg
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