Big Hands - Thinking Fellers Union Local 282

Big hands, hold on to your machine

In the eyes of the factory you’ve got a life

In the grinding and stamping and twisting and molding and bolting

Big hands, hold up your tiny home

They’re razing the city

You can go to the plaza and visit your kids

Big hands, hold out your empty palms

Submit and surrender

You’ve got nothing to show and nothing to give