Horses - Rheostatics

Word came down and it crashed through my door

From the twenty-first floor

I was thinking about leaving early for lunch

When he told me to shut off my press

His face turned green and his white shirt was wet

Like he’d just seen an accident

We threw our masks into a pile

The trucks pulled away for good

Holy Mackinaw Joe

A bus pulled in, and I waved at it

Before I knew what it was

We ran in its tracks, chasing its tires

But the gates had been riveted shut

I looked for the foreman: His number was empty

Up to Red Deer to stay

We gathered some signs and we sparked up a fire

Gordie got burned on the high-voltage wire

Holy Mackinaw Joe

The first thing she’ll ask me is: «How did it go today?»

And I’ll tell her

I thought there was strength in a union

I thought there was strength in a mob

I thought the company was bluffing

When they threatened to chop us off

Ah, these guns will wilt, the winter will seize

And all the bonfires will go out

The company knows when they can afford to be bold

I wish I could, I wish I could, I wish I could

Holy Mackinaw Joe

We are the horses…