We'd go down to throw rocks at the river Curses at the parade Wedge a stone in the gear of the clockworks Try to keep us from acting our age Swore we'd carry on like this forever 'Til the free spirits bled But now can you believe who's a mother And that so-and-so's cut off their dreads? Kill off Columbus And turn the world around After all, the nomads are settling down Used to give most my bread to a landlord Leave the crust for the squats Now the death-wages we pay the bankers Seem to kill all the flies with one swat Hear the wedding bands strike up a number Dear, they're playing our song Hold your breath cause we're gonna go under Get the little ones singing along No way, not to so-and-so Said he'd never change Said he'd never grow He'd stay always on a roll Run beside the trains Past the mossy stones Now there's more hope than ever And it's all crumbling down And the rebels are running for mayor In your hometown As the nomads are dropping their anchors Falling into the sea As I've stopped throwing rocks at the river Now you'll find me a'swimming upstream There is power in unions of ramblers That got nothing to own But there's more in one fist-swinging mother Swearing, "My children shall never be sold.
The Lowly Carpenter Come labor, get ready to dance for your bread My son, I was once where you stand There's a beast with insatiable hunger Its minions need crafters and skilled working hands Needs a fortress high in the hilltops And we are the great chosen crew But I am a lowly carpenter So what have I power to do?
Oh misery, call us to rise up at dawn To turn 'way as fast as we can We may be the mortar that cradles the brick But I am just one grain of sand And don't tell me of tossing the wrenches It only brings pleasure and pain And we are all lowly carpenters So where we're taken is where we'll remain And the masters shall govern with unbroken backs Look down from the top of the hills You can cry through the night just as much as you like There will always be towers to build I coulda been more than some stone-dragging vassal I could be more than their wood-cutting slave But we are all lowly carpenters So what have we power to change?
And if you can't take no more then get out of the way For we have a day to get through We wire their castles, their prisons and banks Know their mansions from cellar to roof We've got hammers and wrenches and chisels We could destroy any great wall we come to But I am a lowly carpenter So what have I power to do? Ten Thousand Fleas I'm the mouse, you're the house Swipe a bite of some eats Suck the bloodsucker dry Put the lice in the police Gotta starve the fat cat Every dog has its flea Like I'm a worm at the root Singin' sweet victory Bag of sand Mud and stone Fruit and seed As above, so below There's vultures under your rug Roaches flying by night There's a leech on your back And it's saving your life I sing a scavenger's anthem As I lick your plate clean Farm and a seed I've no reason to heed Only breed as you feed I'm just one of ten thousand fleas It's the biggest mosquito That the world's ever seen Raccoons in your cans Are all eatin' like kings Who needs to use cash When there's plenty of trash?
Or we could dive in your flesh And just feed from your rash Raggedy ragamuffin Riff raff, rebel tribe Sleep away in golden straw While the farmer is slashin' And a'plowin' and sweatin' To assure every plate's piled tall Come little boy with your slingshot and horn Send a great fire to swallow the corn For they'll do it to you as they did it to sheep Sing your song of resistance so that I might softly sleep For when I fall asleep That's when you're wide awake I wonder if the bed I lie in Is one that you made Put my ear to the street Heard your hammers in song I walked away whistling Glad that I wasn't singing along.
Swing Against The Nazis From The Rooftops I see the city from my roof Scrape the sky and pierce the moon I toss a brick and hit a bottle I used to have such a fiery soul Now it's full of cigarette holes But scars tell better stories You're just copper underwater Your hope is just a dream 'Til you mix truth and purity What a hell of a hangover You won't find me underground On the rooftops I'll be found Well I'll spit on your fuse Twist you out under my shoe Yeah go ahead and knock it down, child It's nothing new I'll just watch the buildings burn So wake me up when you've freed the earth You say I sold my values Yeah, but you pay for the view I see the city from my roof Like a foreign land from a family room Oh how I once detested its abuse Now the lights all look like stars And there's solace from afar I toss a smoke and watch it tumble Into the whisper of passing cars On the rooftops I'll be found On the rooftops looking down.
Lay the sleepy children down Battered hand on baby's brow Embers turn the night to smoke Bottled shells of revelry And ghosts of old jokes Horses tethered tight To them, hay Into beds of straw, the strongarms fade What are the words to The Gypsy Lament?
Carnival not haunted by the Lent? Sing of no surrender Saw a fiddle, cracked, in the settler's shack That look on his face said, "Don't come back" As the crusty and the Gypsy had their spat Which one owns less of the land One has asked the other if there's space The other laughs, "You'd hardly last a day. For all your beanfields and your 'pay-no-rents' Can you really sing the rogue's lament? I'll sing the rogue's lament never again I'll sing the rogue's lament never again For when you roll your own bed, Your days beyond self-led You cannot sing the rogue's lament again For when you bake your own bread, The baker's always a friend I'll sing the rogue's lament never again.
I am a leader but you will not follow me I ain't no preacher, for I'm full of blasphemy See you in hell, boys Like an angel who'd been dancing with some devils I'm a bad girl with hope for a better day My laughter is spiced with mischief I won't toss the salt, kiss it up, or pray When you offer pink or blue, I'll take the blackest When you offer only two, I'll offer three When you point me in a direction, I'll run backwards And at the border of utopia, I'll toast to anarchy Cause fire and rock, I'm coming home to you As I'm pickin' the bones out of my dinner stew Open up the gates of hell and roll me through Fire and rock, I'm coming home to you So you're sayin' Satan's army's rising up soon Well if it is, I'm the Secretary of No-State No state!
Got wrenches, rocks, and bottles in my tool pouch My desire is society's jailbait Cause there's tons of guys a'mopin' 'bout the workday Dimes by the dozens Their song weighs a thousand pounds But there's nothing like a lady with a buzzsaw I just might build your house But I just might tear it down Yes barkeep, I will surely have another To the witches!
To the goblins and the trolls! I'll be coming to recruit your rebel children There ain't no use in lockin' doors There's one of me in every home With mud on my boots And blood on my jeans I'll take those pretty dresses Tear 'em at the seams Roll me through the gates of hell, ah please And I'll be back in your daughter's dreams. Ain't It The Life? Never sing "no surrender" When you've just learned to crawl It's all bravery knowing When to fly and to fall But down here by the ocean Things just don't seem so bad, on our backs And we've all forgotten Whatever had made us so mad Always fall into slumber At the end of the day May you dream of a world where There ain't nuthin' to say Every answer, "Whatever" It's all easy to take in my place So let's get stoned And watch the Main Street Parade Pura vida!
Coconuts and bananas Rum and sugar cane juice Fillin' up on papaya All this passion and fruit What the hell? Have another! Martyrs thousands of miles out of sight May all we do be all for our delight And I dream as the factories climb and crumble On and on and on May all we do be all for our delight. Departure Arrival You know I could never fall asleep on a train All the time dreaming 'bout a'moving away Finally awake I wonder, what if I pulled the emergency brake?
Doors are still open, and I wish they would shut Then I could stop thinking: should I jump down and run? Only on page ten And I think I gotta start all over again When the tape slows down It means the battery's dead May your songs never get stuck outta my head If I ever fall asleep, I'll remember my dream Where everybody's there and nobody leaves Something below me starts a'crankin' to life The platform moves backwards 'Til it's outta my sight The tracks start to split Got another ten hours 'til my next cigarette Biked 'round the city 'bout a billion times Now a few seconds left until I leave it behind Almost at the end I close my eyes, and we fall over the edge.
Not worth a bag of pepper You grainy salty Europe The Christians hold their noses at another peasant birth That patch of silk you wear is all you're worth No pinch of pepper on the bird Not worth a spoon of sugar In a lady's spot of tea Pity the poor will never know the joys of ivory To give Arabian ambrosia to a Cheapside cockney The fall of the British Crown I'd rather see Not worth a bale of cotton Sold at the auction block When northern aggression puts you out of a job There are fresh fields elsewhere, new chains and rocks And everywhere you turn, another cop They've never seen steel They touch it and bleed They'll make for good servants To wash master's feet Can't get what they got Boss says, "Get a job!
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