Strike lyrics, written the night before the 2nd strike day

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We have been sent lyrics in relation to our strike, by two members, the night before our 2nd day of strike action. Here they are:

 

One voice. 
Unison: let’s talk.
Management: no
Unison: come on lets talk
Management: no
Unison: members, let’s vote
Members: let’s strike
Management: let’s talk (feeling nervous)
Unison: too late, members have voted
Management: they won’t strike
Strike day 
Management: oops they did (nervous)
Unison: 2 days next time
Members: oh yes
Management: we’ll offer something feeble to shut them up.
Unison: we’ll ask members
Members: no!
Management at last minute: (feeling very nervous) how about this offer.

They have found their voice. Not a whisper any more.  And they might get louder. 


To the tune of Born in the USA by Springsteen
I work hard in this uni’s town.
The first pay cut I took was when I hit the ground.
You end up so poor and beat too much.
‘Til you spend your working life just coverin’ up.

Working for the UoB
I work for the UoB
I work for the UoB
Work for the UoB

Got in a little financial jam.
So they took my money from my hand.
Spent it on some building land.
To make more money for the man.

Working for the UoB
I work for the UoB
I work for the UoB
Work for the UoB

Come back to work in January
Hiring man says “Son, if it was up to me”
Went down to see the VC man
He said “That’s my money, don’t you understand”.


Livin’ on a prayer

Once upon a time not so long ago

Tommy used to work the books, union’s now on strike
He’s down on his luck, it’s tough, so tough
Gina works at uni all day, working for the man
She brings home her pay, for bills, for bills

She says, we’ve got to hold on to friends we’ve got
It does make a difference if we make it or not
We’ve got each other and that’s a lot for us
We’ll give it a shot

Woah, we’re half way there
Woah, give us our share
Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear
Woah, we will get our share

Tommy’s got a low paid job
Now there holding him back, and he’s told not to talk
So tough, it’s tough
Gina dreams of flying away
When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers
Baby, it’s okay, someday

She says, we’ve got to hold on to friends we’ve got
It does make a difference if we make it or not
We’ve got each other and that’s a lot for us
We’ll give it a shot

Woah, we’re half way there
Woah, give us our share
Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear
Woah, we will get our share

Oh, we’ve got to hold on, ready or not
You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got
Woah, we’re half way there
Woah, give us our share
Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear
Woah, we will get our share

Woah, we’re half way there
Woah, give us our share
Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear
Woah, we will get our share

Woah, we’re half way there
Woah, give us our share
Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear
Woah, we will get our share!

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