This is the story, the story of strikes
It starts in the lines
It moves all around, wakes you in the morning
And brings you down

You see it coming
The picketing and the lining
Sliding across the lines
It moves all around, wakes you in the morning
And brings you down
And brings you down

Swing your stops, swing your stops

It's the color of actors where we lie
Sinking in the lines
Watching the actors and writers on strike
On the other side of life

Swing your soul, swing your soul

It moves all around
It moves all around, brings you down
It moves all around, wakes you in the morning
This is the story, the story of strikes

I'm standing here waiting, waiting in the morning
We need to protect all AI into future works
I'm going back to get them, my friends in the morning
Bring them with me into the lines
Bring them with me into the lines
Bring them with me into the lines
Bring them with me into the lines

Swing your soul, swing your soul
Swing your soul, swing your soul
Swing your soul, swing your soul
Watching the actors going on the strike
Swing your soul
The thickness and the color
Sliding across the strikes
Swing your soul