When I graduated high schoolnCollege not my scenenSo I got a job at home for menFeeling good about my opportunitynIt's got benefits and decent pay... but they saynnWe hit a stalemate, looks bleak for usnA strike or lock-out or wholesale bustnThink to myself what a hell of a startnAs we file down to Kate's TavernnnKatie, bar the door, we are jumping off the railsnAny hope for calm went John B. SailsnWe're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behindnAnd raise a glass to better timesnnThe rumor mill's dispelled the official word comes downnThey're gonna move our jobs real far awaynSettle to another country where mistreatment for the workers is so commonplace... the judge saysnnWe cannot stop them, they're free to gonHe looks me in the eyes he says I can't help you sonnWhatever happened to America?nShe was sold twenty-six fuckin' long years agonnKatie, bar the door, we are jumping off the railsnAny hope for calm went John B. SailsnWe're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behindnAnd raise a glass to better timesnnHey, Hey, Hey, HeynHey, Hey, Hey, HeynnWhy sing about the unions again?nThey have all died awaynWe are now in the midst of a brand new world economynnI don't believe them, I won't despairnThey are regrouping, they're coming back to staynTwelve percent can climb back up to fifty percentnOnce again, my friend, a message we'll sendnnKatie, bar the door, we are jumping off the railsnAny hope for calm went John B. SailsnWe're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behindnAnd raise a glass to better timesnnKatie, bar the door, we are jumping off the railsnAny hope for calm went John B. SailsnWe're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behindnAnd raise a glass to better timesnWe'll raise a glass to better timesnWe'll raise a glass to better times