Picket Line Lyrics - Singles - Robert Calvert

There's a convoy coming: 

Carrying a load of coal. 

All we've got is banners, 

On a six-foot pole. 

I said: slow down brother, 

You ain't driving in here. 

Shove that lever into reverse gear 

We're the picket line. 

The police are massing, 

In their riot gear. 

They've got pickaxe handles 

And it's very clear, 

That they're just strike-breakers 

Working for the government. 

I said: slow down brother, 

You ain't driving in here. 

Shove that lever into reverse gear 

We're the picket line. 

It's cold, 

It's so fucking cold. 

My fingers are purple, 

And I'm losing my hold. 

It's a shame 

Such a crying shame. 

Even if we win this 

They'll still red file my name 

I'm standing 

Standing on the picket line 

I said I'm standing 

Standing on the picket line 

I'm standing 

Standing on the picket line 

I'm standing 

Standing on the picket line 

Standing, standing 

Standing on the picket line 

I'm standing