“Scabs” Sheet Music (pdf).
“Scabs” Karaoke (midi with lyrics).
Lyrics: Anne Feeney.
Tune: Anne Feeney.
There are alien life-forms a-creepin’ ’round my job site.
Looks almost human, but something about them ain’t right.
They can cross right over a picket line,
Pay no attention to a picket sign.
They’re called scabs, scabs, scabs, scabs,
The lowest form of life ever spawned in nature’s lab.
They’ve got no brains; scabs, they’ve got no hearts.
Scabs, scabs are tearing our communities apart.
They might be reptilian, the blood flows like ice in their veins,
Or extraterrestrial recyclers that use shit for brains.
Now, what does it mean to have the right to strike
When companies do anything they like?
Like using scabs, scabs, scabs, scabs,
The lowest form of life ever spawned in nature’s lab.
They’ve got no brains; scabs, they’ve got no hearts.
Scabs, scabs are tearing our communities apart.
Now, before we had our unions, let me tell you, conditions were bad:
Understaffed, overworked, underpaid ‘til we fin’lly got mad.
But then when we walked out to protect our rights,
They just gave away our jobs to those parasites.
To those scabs, scabs, scabs, scabs,
The lowest form of life ever spawned in nature’s lab.
They’ve got no brains; scabs, they’ve got no hearts.
Scabs, scabs are tearing our communities apart.
I could puke watching co-workers turn into weasels and traitors.
They must be pod people hatched by those corp’rate raiders.
You know our labor laws are crazy, so damn two-faced!
They say I haven’t been fired just permanently replaced.
By scabs, scabs, scabs, scabs,
The lowest form of life ever spawned in nature’s lab.
They’ve got no brains; scabs, they’ve got no hearts.
Scabs, 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.
If you think you gotta grab
Your striking neighbor’s job, I guess you gotta be a scab.
Scabs, scabs, scabs, scabs,
The lowest form of life ever spawned in nature’s lab.
They’ve got no brains; scabs, they’ve got no hearts.
Scabs, scabs are tearing our communities apart.
Sisters and brothers, hear what I say.
Solidarity means action and not just for one day.
Brother Jack London was right: There’s nothing lower than a scab.
Stop scabs!