Keep the Workers Alive

On the side of the road, in the great outdoors;
Down in a hole, laying blacktop floors,
Moving machines, unguarded, alive,
Caught in betweens, while cars whiz by.
Hazard, alert, you better slow down.
Their chance to get hurt is always around.

Shovel in hand, out on the berm,
Jackhammer man, on a hairpin turn;
Live power lines, electric air,
Missles of grime flying everywhere.
That’s somebody’s father, brother, or son,
Someone’s sister or mother, daughter, loved one;
I can hear them say from every work zone,
At the end of the day, they just wanna come home.

Triple the fines, beef up the laws,
Get with the times, make safety a cause.
They came to work, they didn’t come to die.
Do what we gotta do to keep ‘em safe and alive!

In fire and rain, in the freezin’ cold,
In buckets and cranes, when wild winds blow,
Four hazards they face, have to stay wide-eyed;
It’s a dangerous place when you work outside.
Every year still, it’s the same damn thing.
Workers get killed, the bells get rang.
Hundred and fifty a day, you know it ain’t right;
For the dead we will pray, for the living we’ll fight.
Well it’s way past time to take up the cause;
Quadruple the fines, people, beef up the laws.
They came to work, they didn’t come to die.
Do what we gotta do to keep ‘em safe and alive.