Behind the Crown: The Story of the L.A. Garment Workers

L.A., the golden city of dreams, where singers and actors come to achieve

L.A., the catwalk of fashion and style, all advertised with a Cheshire cat smile

Wonderland was not as it suggested 

Behind the scenes things broke at the seams, all because of who Alice trusted

The Queen of Hearts played her hand 

Her cards were vowed a promised land

The spades were overtaken by heat

The clubs could not make enough even to eat

The hearts were crushed with payment unspoken

The diamonds bejeweled clothes and shoes until their fingers were broken

And Alice stood idly by, drank the potion, ate the pie

Wore the clothes without a care, not for who, or what, or where

When Alice learned what was behind the crown

She began another spiral down

Down through the looking glass

A hidden present, a wicked past

Why the hatter went mad, she soon would learn

Because he saw innocent girls burn

A hundred years later, it’s nearly the same

The cards working to survive, the Queen playing a game

Bugs and illness riddled the palace

And in walked horrified Alice

‘They promised Forever, but it lasted a day’ 

She cried

‘With the money you make, where will you stay?’

The cards shrugged, for though they made luxury

Their lives were not changed by her discovery

Alice turned to the White Rabbit, tears in her eyes

‘We must let others know, they purchase lies’

Now though everyone in Wonderland is mad

Everyone put together all that they had

The palace of Hearts went down in flames, the Queen defeated

From the ashes the the hardworking cards retreated

L.A., the city with a filthy underground

L.A., a Wonderland that will not change if we do not make a sound