Songs about Job Loss or Workplace violence?
Banana-Rama
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Does anyone know of songs about, that could be about (or closely relating to) job loss or workplace violence? I am doing a project on that subject and am trying to think of ones besides Unemployable by the might Pearl Jam.
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"Frugality without creativity is deprivation." - Amy Dacyczyn
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Take This Job and Shove It - David Allan Coe
"Hey, if God didn’t want me to wear it so much, he wouldn’t have made them rock so hard."
you can't talk to me like that boss
I don't care who you are
if you don't want to have to hang your own dry wall
don't push me too far
boomtown work ain't hard to come by
boomtown workers are
you might be the one running the show but
that don't mean you're in charge
I was looking for a job when I found this one
don't need the work like you need the work done
you look like you're under pressure
I was looking for a job when I met you
I'm sharing a room with two guys over at the motel 6 boss
sending every dime I make here home to my ex-wife
just did two years and 28 days
with a little better aim i'd been in there for my life
so you see, broke won't take much getting used to
neither will a barb wire jail house wall
watch what you say to someone with nothing
it's almost like having it all
I was looking for a job when I found this one
don't need the work like you need the work done
you look like you're under pressure
I was already looking for a job two weeks ago when I met you, remember?
SPOKEN:
you know what I really ought to get is a job like
you got, chief. you know. driving around
checking on guys like me. yelling from the window of
a pickup truck with the A/C cranked up and your clothes all
nice and clean. yeah...that might be nice...on the other hand....
" I Will Feel Alive as Long as I am Free"
"Are We Getting SomeThing Out Of this All Encompassing Trip? Makes Much More Sense To Live In The Present Tense"
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I just wanna bang
on the drums all day " ...
That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive
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"Frugality without creativity is deprivation." - Amy Dacyczyn
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I live in the suburbs
Its a long way from washington, d.c.
Had me a job
Working for wages
And they forgot about me
Cant draw unemployment
For some unknown reason
My kids are hungry
Ive got four mouths to feed
I go out everyday lookin for suitable
Employment
Do you think, theres something
You could do for me
Cause im
Chorus:
Down and out, here in paradise
Down and out, and im on my knees
Im down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Dear mr. president
I used to be a dancer
Got a little bit too old
So I became a secretary
Married as man
In las vegas, nevada
And ten years later
He run out on the kids and me
Some said, I was pretty
But those days are over
Now, ive no place to live
And im out on the streets
Oh, mr. president
Can I tell you a secret
I never ever thought, that this could
Happen to me
Cause im
Chorus:
Down and out, here in paradise,
Down and out, and im on my knees
Im down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Dear mr. president
Im just a young kid
Im in the fourth grade
At riley elementary
My mom and dads been actin funny
Im not sure
If it aint got someting to do with me
My daddys always drunk
My moms a babysitter
And I dont like the russians
Cause I hear, they hate me
Dear mr. president
Can I ask you one question?
When the bombs fall down
Will they hurt everyone in my family
Yeah, yeah
Chorus:
Down and out, here in paradise
Down and out, and im on my knees
Im down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Celebration, the ball's in play
Whitey On The Moon-Gil Scott Heron
Nice catch on the Paycheck Tybird.
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Johnny 99
Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month
Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none
He came home too drunk from mixin'Tanqueray and wine
He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call'm Johnny 99
Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop
Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top
When an off duty cop snuck up on him from behind
Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown
He came into the courtroom and stared young Johnny down
Well the evidence is clear gonna let the sentence son fit the crime
Prison for 98 and a year and we'll call it even Johnny 99
A fistfight broke out in the courtroom they had to drag Johnny's girl away
His mama stood up and shouted "Judge don't take my boy this way"
Well son you got a statement you'd like to make
Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away
Now judge judge I had debts no honest man could pay
The bank was holdin' my mortgage and they was takin' my house away
Now I ain't sayin' that makes me an innocent man
But it was more 'n all this that put that gun in my hand
Well your honor I do believe I'd be better off dead
And if you can take a man's life for the thoughts that's in his head
Then won't you sit back in that chair and think it over judge one more time
And let 'em shave off my hair and put me on that execution line
Youngstown
Here in north east Ohio
Back in eighteen-o-three
James and Danny Heaton
Found the ore that was linin' yellow creek
They built a blast furnace
Here along the shore
And they made the cannon balls
That helped the union win the war
Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown
Well my daddy worked the furnaces
Kept 'em hotter than hell
I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer
A job that'd suit the devil as well
Taconite, coke and limestone
Fed my children and made my pay
Then smokestacks reachin' like the arms of god
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay
Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown
Well my daddy come on the 0hio works
When he come home from world war two
Now the yards just scrap and rubble
He said, "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do"
Yeah these mills they built the tanks and bombs
That won this country's wars
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam
Now we're wondering what they were dyin' for
Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown
From the Monongaleh valley
To the Mesabi iron range
To the coal mines of Appalacchia
The story's always the same
Seven-hundred tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the world’s changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name
In Youngstown
In Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown
When I die I don't want no part of heaven
I would not do heavens work well
I pray the devil comes and takes me
To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell
now with music and pictures
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I get this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe
Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week
But its a paycheck, Jack.
Its so hot in here, hot like Sahara
You could faint from the heat
But these bitches are just too lame to understand
Too goddamned grateful to get this job
To know they're getting screwed up the ass
All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium
And the way they suck hot sausage
But me well I wasn't sayin too much neither
I was moral school girl hard-working asshole
I figured I was speedo motorcycle
I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough
But no you gotta, you gotta relate, right?
You gotta find the rhythm within
Floor boss slides up to me and he says
Hey sister, you're just movin too fast,
You're screwin up the quota,
You're doin your piece work too fast,
Now you get off your mustang Sally
You ain't goin nowhere, you ain't goin nowhere.
I lay back. I get my nerve up. I take a swig of Romilar
And walk up to hot shit Dot Hook and I say
Hey, hey sister it don't matter whether I do labor fast or slow,
There's always more labor after.
She's real Catholic, see. She fingers her cross and she says
Theres one reason. Theres one reason.
You do it my way or I push your face in.
We knee you in the john if you dont get off your get off your mustang Sally,
If you dont shake it up baby. Shake it up, baby. Twist & shout
Oh that I could will a radio here. James Brown singing
I Lost Someone or the Jesters and the Paragons
And Georgie Woods the guy with the goods and Guided Missiles...
But no, I got nothin, no diversion, no window,
Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster,
Where I look down, look at Sweet Theresa's convent
All those nurses, all those nuns scattin round
With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning.
Oh to me they, you know, to me they look pretty damn free down there
Down there not having to press those smooth
Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel
Not having to worry about the in-speed, the dogma of in-speed of labor
They look pretty damn free down there,
And the way they smell, the way they smell
And here I gotta be up here smellin Dot Hook's midwife sweat
I would rather smell the way boys smell--
Oh those schoolboys the way their legs flap under the desk in study hall
That odor rising roses and ammonia
And way their dicks droop like lilacs
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell
But no I gotta, I gotta put clammy lady in my nostril
Her against the wheel me against the wheel
Oh the in-speed-o slow motion inspection is drivin me insane
In steel next to Dot Hook -- oh we may look the same--
Shoulder to shoulder sweatin 110 degrees
But I will never faint, I will never faint
They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faint
I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down
Because you see its the monotony thats got to me
Every afternoon like the last one
Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook
And yeah we look the same
Both pumpin steel, both sweatin
But you know she got nothin to hide
And I got something to hide here called desire
I got something to hide here called desire
And I will get out of here--
You know the fiery potion is just about to come
In my nose is the taste of sugar
And I got nothin to hide here save desire
And I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of here
I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on that train,
I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City
I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna get on that train, go to New York City,
I'm gonna be so big, I'm gonna be a big star and I will never return,
Never return, no, never return, to burn at this Piss Factory
And I will travel light.
Oh, watch me now.
You only talk in facts
You know you're always right
'Cause you know how to prove it
Step by step
A PhD to show you're smart
With textbook formulas
But you're used up
Just like a factory hand
[Chorus]
Something is wrong here
You won't find in on a shelf
You're well paid
You're well trained
You're tied to a rack
Company cocktails-gotta go
Say the right thing
Don't fidget, jockey for position
Be polite
In the pyramid you hate
Sip that scotch
Get that raise
This ain't no party at all
[Chorus]
Cringe and tense up
Grind your teeth
And wipe your sweaty palms
Close your windows driving past
The low life company bar
They're making fun of you
AHHH
Even you
You've gotta punch the clock
Too scared to punch your boss
When will you crack
When will you crack
When will you crack
When will you open your eyes
Pull up to your sterile home
You're drained
Bite the heads off of your kids
Chew them well, they taste like you
Just slam the door
Assigned here 'cause your company owns the land
All your colleagues live there too
Private guards in golf carts
Keep you safe at home?
[Chorus]
When will you crack
When will you crack
When will you crack
When will you crack
The dark shattered underbelly
Of the American dream
Avoid it like the plague
It stares you from your bathroom mirror
Drown
I ain't working here no more
I will not get all the pieces
I've been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I will not get all the pieces
I've been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
They'll have you in this factory
From now on for fifty years
All this time I see my woman
Drowning in her tears
I see a lot of people who
Got to have a piece of me
I'd give the shirt right off my back
If I had the nerve to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I will not get all the pieces
I've been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
Let's all go use our sick leave up
And then we'll shoot some pool
Got brand new skinhead hair cuts
You think he's a fool
One of these days I'll blow my top
Or somebody's gonna pay
I'd hate to see the process
As you enter the factory and say
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I won't let that shit bother me
That I've been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here, ain't working here, ain't working here no more
How Depressing, but at least it's in a catchy jingle, right! *sigh*
"Factory"
Now, I know I had somethin' to say
But the problem is, to say somethin'
Uh, you've got to say it
And I still don't remember a thing
Since the funny gas come out of that pipe next to me
I guess they didn't okay it
Now I remember––did I tell ya?––cut my thumb off
At the knuckle on a broken band saw
Didn't see the belt buckle or the blade slip
And I remember when the doctor did it up with a stitch
Funny thing––still got a scratch that I can't itch
Where my thumb was
Well, I've brought the same piece of chicken in a bag
To work every day for the last twenty years or so
And I really don't mind, work assembly line
Got an intercom blastin' the news and the latest on the baseball scores
Come around every Friday, well, I get a paycheck
Take the same road home that I come to work on––heck
It's a living
Chorus:
And I've got another factory back home
I've got a barbecue, pink Mustang, fenders chrome
And at nine o'clock I sit there in my chair
And I don't know why I lose my hair
And then I go to...
And then I go to...
And then I go to sleep
Well, I like to know what I'm doin' when I do it
And I do what I'm doin' 'cause I don't know what to do
When I'm not doin' it
Sometimes I remember as a boy my father told me
I could grow up To be anything I wanted
Anything
And every day at lunch I still look for my lost
Digit––still got that funny scratch
So maybe when I find it I can itch it
And I got a little rubber pool in the backyard
For the kids to wade in
And I? I? I... I, I, I.
Chorus:
I've got another factory back home
I got a little backyard, pink Mustang, fenders chrome
At nine o'clock I'm in my chair sat down
Just lately, when my wife talks back to me I slap 'er around
And then I go to...
And then I go to...
And then I go to sleep
Whoah-oh-oh-oh! until fade
"Career Opportunities"
The offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said I'd better take anything they'd got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?
Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock
Career opportunity, the ones that never knock
I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F.
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
And I won't open letter bombs for you
Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector
They're gonna have to introduce conscription
They're gonna have to take away my prescription
If they wanna get me making toys
If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice
Careers
Careers
Careers
Ain't never gonna knock
"Clocked In"
i tried to apply
i can't get loose
my day is to myself
put my brain in a noose
[chorus]
buzzer sounds, gotta move
feet move, legs move, hands move, brain moves....
real slow
i gotta' be on time
just to collect my reward
i gotta stand in line
makes me feel so fucking bored
'boss barks orders at me
but i can't yell back
'cause whenever i try....
get that son of a bitch off my back
[bridge]
i have this problem every morning,
i gotta' face the clock;
punch in, punch out, it makes me so pissed off
one of these days i'm gonna smash it off the wall!
go home!