Used to have a town but the factory moved away Down to Mexico where they work for hardly any pay Used to have a country but they sold it down the river Like a repossessed farm auctioned off to the highest bidder
Mighty trucks of midnight Moving on Moving on
Wave a flag, wave the bible, wave your sex or your business degree Whatever you want -- but don't wave that thing at me The tide of love can leave your prizes scattered But when you get to the bottom it's the only thing that matters
Mighty trucks of midnight Moving on Moving on
I believe it's a sin to try and make things last forever Everything that exists in time runs out of time some day Got to let go of the things that keep you tethered Take your place with grace and then be on your way
Mighty Trucks Of Midnight" is a song about jobs and livelihoods moving to the maquiladora factories where people work for next to nothing, a song against NAFTA, and it might as well be a song against FTAA as well, that big meeting this year "in secret" in Quebec City, the one being protested at http://parksmanagement.com/border/ , behind its concertina-wire fortress, to rule us all through "free trade" as a code-name for wage labor.