Trump’s Factory Fantasy
Wants to bring back jobs in dusty halls, But leaves out the fight that won fair pay for all. No picket lines, no union dues?Then welcome back the boss’s boots.
[Verse 1]
He’s selling smoke in a steel-framed dream,
Talking big about red, white, and machine.
Says we’ll build it all right here again,
But forgets the part where justice begins.
Wants to bring back jobs in dusty halls,
But leaves out the fight that won fair pay for all.
No picket lines, no union dues?
Then welcome back the boss’s boots.
[Chorus]
🎶 Trump’s factory fantasy, shining chrome, false clarity,
No middle class in that made-up past,
Without the unions, it won’t last.
You can build a mill or weld a beam —
But without labor, it’s just a dream.
Trump’s factory fantasy, but the truth is plain to see:
The middle class won’t rise without unions. 🎶
[Verse 2]
He talks tough with his tariff pitch,
But the paychecks stay poor, the hours still rich.
Alabama lines or Indiana steel,
Ain’t worth a dime without a union deal.
He blames the trade, he blames the world,
But the middle class died when the unions were hurled.
Reagan smashed, Clinton sold,
Now Trump’s just wrapping it in fool’s gold.
[Chorus]
🎶 Trump’s factory fantasy, smoke and sparks and misery,
No pension plan, no safety net,
Just broken backs and mounting debt.
You can drill the holes and bolt the frame —
But without unions, it’s just a game.
Trump’s factory fantasy — fool’s gold legacy,
The middle class won’t rise without unions. 🎶
[Bridge]
You want one job to pay the rent?
You want respect, not just lament?
It ain’t factories that brought us grace —
It was labor rising face to face.
[Verse 3 – quiet build]
Now he’s got a new anti-union queen,
Preaching right-to-work and corporate dreams.
But she won’t bring your wages back,
Just stack the deck for the moneyed pack.
[Final Chorus – loud and defiant]
🎶 Trump’s factory fantasy, false hope dressed patriotically,
He waves the flag, but stabs the hand,
That built this country on union land.
So stand up tall, don’t be misled —
It’s labor’s voice that must be fed.
Trump’s factory fantasy — a rerun tragedy,
The middle class won’t rise without unions. 🎶
[Outro – chant-style]
No union, no power.
No power, no pay.
Trump’s just building castles in clay.