We are the rank and file who cannot be bought,
The faceless ones and loyal ones in action, power and thought;
In action, power and thought...
We are the ones they want, the ones that you can trust
If the priests of cla** exalt the ma** to fire, storm and dust,
To fire, storm and dust...
We are the rank and file,
We are the rank and file.
Who are the brothers' grim who stand before the room
Of the stone-ground poor who can't be sure who tells the lies to whom?
Who tells the lies to whom?
We are the ones to watch, we're never the ones to blame
And we lie and wait and we hibernate, one undisputed aim,
To re-appear and claim...
We are the rank and file,
We are the rank and file,
We are the rank and file.