"Work and pray, live on hay, you'll get pie in the sky when you die"
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A four-line jingle that lands like a joke and cuts like a knife: Joe Hill takes the piety-soaked language of respectability and turns it into a weapon against it. "Work and pray" is the compact creed industrial America fed its laboring class, and Hill keeps the rhythm of a hymn so you can practically hear the choir. Then he slips in "live on hay" - not metaphorical suffering, but barn-level deprivation. The line is funny because it's so blunt, and it’s brutal because it’s accurate.
The real target is the last promise: "pie in the sky when you die". Hill isn’t attacking faith in the abstract; he’s attacking how religion gets recruited as a management tool. Salvation becomes deferred compensation: endure your wages, your injuries, your tenements, because the payout isn’t on any boss’s books. The sing-song rhyme mimics the comforting certainty of sermons while exposing the scam at their core. It’s propaganda in reverse: a slogan designed to immunize workers against other slogans.
Context matters. Hill was an IWW organizer writing for picket lines and union halls, where a song could travel faster than a pamphlet and lodge deeper than a speech. The point isn’t literary elegance; it’s memetic efficiency. You repeat it once and the spell breaks: the heavenly reward starts to sound like what it often functioned as in labor conflicts - a tidy excuse for keeping people hungry, obedient, and grateful for nothing.
The real target is the last promise: "pie in the sky when you die". Hill isn’t attacking faith in the abstract; he’s attacking how religion gets recruited as a management tool. Salvation becomes deferred compensation: endure your wages, your injuries, your tenements, because the payout isn’t on any boss’s books. The sing-song rhyme mimics the comforting certainty of sermons while exposing the scam at their core. It’s propaganda in reverse: a slogan designed to immunize workers against other slogans.
Context matters. Hill was an IWW organizer writing for picket lines and union halls, where a song could travel faster than a pamphlet and lodge deeper than a speech. The point isn’t literary elegance; it’s memetic efficiency. You repeat it once and the spell breaks: the heavenly reward starts to sound like what it often functioned as in labor conflicts - a tidy excuse for keeping people hungry, obedient, and grateful for nothing.
Quote Details
| Topic | Work |
|---|---|
| Source | The Preacher and the Slave (aka "Pie in the Sky"), song by Joe Hill, 1911; chorus includes the line. Published in the IWW Little Red Songbook (lyrics). |
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