Lyrics

You ain't no Woody Guthrie if you're shoutin' from their stage
Your machine don't kill fascists, it keeps em' breathin' one more day
You show up at the protest, six-string in your hand
You sing about the workers, but do you understand?
We're the ones gettin' dirty, we're the ones scrapin' by
You best not tell our story if you plan to bleed it dry
We're the ones buying tickets, we're the ones you should respect
But you bow to the ticket lords who keep steppin' on our necks
If you really live it, you don't need to preach
Put your money where your mic is, save your speech
Quit your talkin', there's nothin' new to say
Empty words mean nothin', they just fade away
When the backstage clears, does your ego deflate?
Do you still need the spotlight if there's no stage to take?
We're the ones exhausted, we're the ones tryin' to survive
You can't play the hero if you're chasin' headlines
We're the ones diggin' ditches, we're the ones bein' used
To know the workers' struggle, you have to know the blues
You sacrifice nothin', there's no backbone in your song
You chase a catchy chorus and hope the crowd sings along
If you really live it, you don't need to preach
Put your money where your mic is, save your speech
Quit your talkin', there's nothin' new to say
Empty words mean nothin', they just fade away
They just fade away
Empty words mean nothin'
They just fade away
Empty words mean nothin'
They just fade away
Empty words mean nothin'
They just fade away
Empty words mean nothin'
They just fade away