Not sure how or why... but something about this assignment led me to an Irish song featuring disgruntled factory workers looking to give a big FU to the "man".
lyrics
It's high low high
Cut the chord let's fly
Up the ladder high up high
Up to here in rubber n helium
Sick to death of vagabonds stealing em
Whens the little guy get a turn at the high life
Machines to blow and sew the vanity
Adding up to this insanity
This one needs a break call the home the wife
It's High low high
Emotions let them fly
Make a man a marter
Make a man a thief
Low high low
Cut the chord, lets go
Up the ladder
High up high
Doesn't matter
Raise it high up high
Smoke and mirrors fuel the mystery
Crank the gears. Blow the factory
Raise one for the little man
Strong Hands slap the back
Show the boss make a statement
Payback for the years' mistreatment
Workers become troopers
Primed on the attack
Full of hot air
Devil may care
Kicking ass and feeling peachy
Full of passion
Don't give a Damn for fashion
Mother Mary come and save me
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