Down in a village where most residents were poor
An old man had a factory that folks called «The Killing Floor»
He was a surly master and though his workers all had wives
He’d work them within inches of their lives!
They all were sick and tired of this stuff
The men decided that they’d had enough
We won’t take this anymore!
Not gonna die on The Killing Floor
He won’t work us into the ground
It’s time to strike a match and burn it down…
They waited for the old man to head home for the night
Then muscled in with kerosene and lanterns to ignite
They took one final look at all these monsterous machines
Then lit the match that would fulfill their dreams
It was a blazing jubilee
They felt these flames had set these workers free
We won’t take this anymore!
Not gonna die on The Killing Floor
He won’t work us into the ground
It’s time to strike a match and burn it down…
As the workers danced around the fire having fun
The old man pulled up terrified and screamed «What have you done?!»
«This factory was the only thing that kept us all alive!
Now you’ve gone and blown us all sky high!»
The factory was above an oil lake
But all too late they realized their mistake
We wouldn’t take it anymore!
Didn’t wanna die on The Killing Floor
But we drove ourselves to the ground
When we struck that match and burned it down…
Why’d we have to go and burn it down?!
The reason they had to go and burn it down was because they lacked the theory.The workers should SEAZE the means of production,not destroy them.Burn the boss,not the factory.
Awesome song.That is the worst factory owner ever. Not only was he a bad boss. He built his factory on a oil lake. Instead of, you know, safe land. To hide it from the villagers. Then it went boom when the Strike was more strike a match than placards.