Seasons of the Eucalyle number 231 think global play local This is a song by I am linear and I'm playing with a big daddy Eucer here We are together. We are Eucalyle Abyss This is a song by gentleman who goes by paneless Parker He lives in Brooklyn, New York and One of my bands used to play on the same stage with him fairly regularly This is called fuck yeah the work in class Who made your silver cufflain to roll your big cigar? The wired up your smartphone and who built your shiny car? Who makes your lifestyle possible? Who deserves a credit? Fuck yeah the working class and don't you never get it? Who made your fighting trousers? Who shines your wingtips? Who deserves a credit? Fuck yeah the working class and don't you never get it? Who makes your hoping coffee? Who grows your fancy beer? Who blends your pipe to backgo and who lights your shambles there? Who's labor suits you? My food deserves a credit? Fuck yeah the working class and don't you never get it? Who operates a railroad? Who drives a taxi cab? Who mixes up the hot holes and who lays a pavement slabs? Who gets you from point A to B? Who deserves a credit? Fuck yeah the working class and don't you never get it? Who might hear from in-rolls who cuts a forest trees? Who plows a harvest field? Sandclothes in the factories? Who keeps his country running? Who deserves a credit? Fuck yeah the working class and don't you never get it? Who's waiting for the trickle down that never seems to come? Who tries to stand up for the rights and gets told to keep mum? Who sings this song from dust till dawn? Until you finally get it? Fuck yeah the working class and don't you never get it? I said fuck yeah the working class and don't you never get it?