There's a time coming from somewhere other than my chest
There's stars that stir up dust in the peace that I will rest
A big strike to ease the mind long after I've lost acting
I will, but my strikes will going to end

I don't know the day, I don't know the time
But one day, all actors and writers are picketing at the time
And I know I'll be leaving somewhere further down the cross
I will, but my strikes will going to end

When I hear that writers and actors calling me back home
I'll lay down this actors and someone else can pay the writers
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my strikes will going to end

Striking are rare times, they heal up broken hearts
They watch through rusty days on Hollywood, their acting
The notes are always changing, but truth stands the test of time
I will, but my strikes will going to end

When I hear that writers and actors calling me back home
I'll bring down the actors and someone else can help it out
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my strikes will going to end

When my name ain't nothing more than just picketing on a stone
Or AI in a field full of other writers gone
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my strikes will going to end

I will, but my strikes will going to end
I will, but my strikes will going to end
I will, but my strikes will going to end
I will, but my strikes will going to end

When I hear that AI is protecting them to replace it
I'll bring down the AI and everybody is in a normal life for it
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my strikes will going to end
Oh, I will, but my strikes will going to end