Linda Allen - Saipan Lyrics
CHORUS You pay me, you owe me, Pay me my money downPay me or go to jail, Pay me my money downFrom China and the PhilippinesPay me my money downWe came here with hopes and dreamsPay me my money downYou took us to your factories, Pay me my money downTried to bring us to our knees, Pay me my money down CHORUSThe barracks are not fit for pigs, Pay me my money downBut you should see the boss's digs, Pay me my money downWe miss our kids, for them we stay, Pay me my money downWe work to send home all our pay, Pay me my money down CHORUSYou work us sixteen hour days, Pay me my money downBut eight hour's work is all you pay, Pay me my money downThe quota keeps on rising higher, Pay me my money downWe speed up, or we get fired, Pay me my money down CHORUSThe night shift's locked behind these walls, Pay me my money downA fire would surely kill us all, Pay me my money downBefore inspections, OSHA calls, Pay me my money downTells the bosses, sweep the halls, Pay me my money down CHORUSYou say you'll move the factory, Pay me my money downWhere workers work for less than me, Pay me my money downFor three months we have cut and sewed, Pay me my money downYou must pay us what you owe, Pay me my money down CHORUSOn US land we sweat and slave, Pay me my money downSo Penneys, Gap and Sears can save, Pay me my money downHome of the brave, Land of the Free, Pay me my money downBut not for workers such as me, Pay me my money down CHORUSAshes and Smoke È2001 Linda Allen and Marie EatonIt was a clear September morning, A phone call gave the warningThere were many people dying, Some were running, some were flyingInto the arms of mystery, A sacrifice to historyWe have been burned, burned by the fireAnd we are ashes, ashes and smokeBut we will rise, higher and higherOn the wings of compassion, justice and hopeIt was a bright October morning, the TV gave the warningRetribution's bombs were flying, and innocents were dyingA mistake we've made before, as we sacrifice to warCHORUSMay these lives not be wasted, or the bitterness we've tastedFor if rage and indignation, Is the common cup of nationsThen hatred will birth violence, Until our tears transform usCHORUS
