I grew up in a working man's home.  I could see the toll that 2-3 hours a day of driving back and forth to work took on my dad. That works our to be 27,200 hours just to get to the job!  Or 3 solid years of non-stop hard time on the road with no pee breaks.. I can't imagine that kind of torture, but all dads do what ever it takes and he did too. Over his working lifetime he spent 136000 hours at work.  That's 5,667 days or roughly 16 years.  No wonder I never saw him except at vacation time.

Side Point: Another way to look at it is he was forced to spew over 240,000 pounds of poison gas emissions in to the air.  What was his job?  Making more cars at the Ford Plant in Buffalo.  They say that people back then just didn't know that the car was putting out all that bad stuff.  I say yeah really?  How come they didn't pipe the exhaust into their dinning room then?  At any rate, what's our excuse now?

Back to the main point.  Workers everywhere give up something each hour that they are on their way working, working or on their way back from work.  Working people have a right to collectively bargin for their common good.  To band together, so that companies can't take unfair advantage.

Title: Laid Out
Words & Music by: Rick Denzien


In standing here - I can see all of my brothers - In battlement and suffering
I see their eyes I can see the sunken treasure - And all the pain that their day brings

“E” con-omy we keep the stocks trading - No one stop to hear the children sing
Just one more day - Getting way - way too much pleasure
Daddy play with me - tonight is the only thing

And you’re laid out on the grass – mother your baby’s gone awry
I know that you can see it in her eyes…..

And suddenly it hits me - when I see you standing there
Through the twisted edges and the razor wire - but I don’t care
What cha gonna do what cha gonna say
Laid out on me tonight - yeah

Millennium the end of the beginning - Another place a rip in space and time
Only a fool can keep from going crazy - Take a look at me and stand in line.

and you’re laid out on the grass – mother your baby’s gone awry
I know that you can see it in his eyes…..

And it suddenly hit me when I see you standing there
Through the twisted edges and the razor wire but I don’t care

stolen birthright from the cradle
taught to think that we're not able
can’t you see there's something greater
on the path of light we labor

Yeah

What cha gonna do what cha gonna say
Laid out on me tonight, laid out on me tonight Laid out on me tonight, laid out on me tonight

I see their eyes I see the sunken treasure
 

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