insurrectionCuster said:
"The savages unite
in an attempt to fight
for land or sky
Disorganized
They'll surely die"
He wound up dead
Honnecker said
"My STASI's brutes
They'll persecute
Opress repress and execute
And the destitute?
Well, I don't give a hoot!"
His regime?
Now all stone dead
Mussolini said:
"My reign can't fail
I'll torture murder maim and jail
This ruling's like a fairy tale!
Rights and freedoms up for sale!"
His derail?
He lost his head
The capitalist
He's bottlefed
Got his daily bread
Because the worker bled
Don't be misled
Don't hang your head
If the morals read:
Fight back!
john henry
bunch-a-spoken-word
john henry was a steel driving man
he drove through quite the crew
and now he's off to big bend tunnel
to drive that head in on through
lawd lawd to drive that head on through
captain says to john henry
gonna take that steam drill out
gonna drag that steam drill up the road
and drive that steel in on down
lawd lawd gonna drive that steel in on down
john henry says to the captain
a man ain't nothin but a man
before i let some steam drill beat me
i'll die with my hammer in my hand
lawd lawd i'll die with my hammer in my hand
john henry walked up that railroad track
with a twenty pound hammer by his side
he walked up that track but he didn't come back
cause he dropped down his hammer and he died
lawd lawd he dropped down his hammer and he died
they took his body from the tracks
and buried it in the sand
now every train that comes a roaring by
says "there lies a steel driving man"
lawd lawd there lies a steel driving man
always somewhere behind me
Always somewhere behind me
That Salvadoran ghost
Dead in a pit with all of his friends
Murdered
American money, American leaders, American guns
Where children used to play
Cannon fodder
Always over my shoulder
The little Iraqi boy
I'll turn my head, look in his eyes
Black holes
No food, no medicine, no hope
We fought oil wars by fighting him
No surprise who's lost
Always somewhere behind me
The soldier in the mist
Bloody clothes, fragile frame
Like death
Sent for noble reasons
He slaughtered for noble causes
Now he's butchered and no one knows it
Just one name on a growing list
They'll order death, they've done it before
Refuse to fight in a racist war
They'll sell your life, it's happened before
Never fight in a rich man's war
robbery and extravagance
Poverty is irrelevant measured in dollars
Poverty is prevalent measured by lives
We're led to believe that opulence is bliss
We'd never suspect that wealth is a lie
Money and greed always leave us still hungry
Money and greed make us only want more
Belligerent pigs sharpen swords for a penny
Belligerent pigs are always heading for war
The trappings of excess deny human nature
Competition can win us nothing at all
Pit man against man and all come out injured
The winner is tainted in conscience and heart
The courts are exceedingly splendid
While the fields are exceedingly weedy
And the granaries exceedingly empty
Elegant clothes are worn
Sharp weapons are carried
Food and drink are enjoyed beyond limit
And wealth and treasure are accumulated in excess
This is robbery and extravagance
waltz of capitalist imperialism
all hail to the red white and blue
and to the money interests that sewed it together
fall down in worship to the chaotic stock market
oh! that no crisis disrupt that raging bull
all hail to the extravagant billionaires
hiding inside their tinted glass limosines
pay no mind to the blood on their hands
or to the ignorant cruelty in their eyes
and when they tell tales of horatio alger
and his blessed bootstraps
look up to them as though a naive child
(but don't believe a word that they say!)
and when songs are sung of charity and benevolence
on the part of the power holders
turn your ear to their voices
(but don't believe a word that they say...)
oh when uncle sam comes a-marching down south
with oppression on his mind and free trade in his mouth
and he speaks to you natives with a poisonous tongue
don't listen:
his voice is medusa
oh and when uncle sam comes a-marching down south
with an IMF loan and "democratization"
get together your arms
and fight!...
charity and benevolence
are their trojan horses
peace keepers and elections
their tools of oppression
pay no mind to their propaganda
overthrow them as soon as possible
these marionettes waltz calmly along with their
fixed elections and military states
dancing in sweatshops
with blacklists and contras
oh, my friends, this is their freedom
oh, my friends, this is their freedom...
western democracy, it comes with its price
we in the US live off the backs of the south
we in the west live off the oppression of others!
in capitalism, someone's always at the bottom!
