Jobless,
homeless, alone on the streets
aimless, hopeless, can't get no release
tired, weakened, feeling beat
I just want somewhere to rest my feet
I'm dying on my legs, can't see no light
no repose, no respite
my burden is heavier everyday
but you just don't listen to what I say
brothers and sisters reach out to me
skeleton hands across the sea
the pain in my head I hear like a scream
I can't look away - it's not a dream
Once
I was a poor boy with tears in my eyes
blind and alone I would fantasize
Fate, God, Destiny
all was a magical mystery
now there's but one feeling left in my soul
a hatred of tyrants who give us the dole
now there's but one notion loud and clear
the workers united have nothing to fear
hell won't get me, from God I've been saved
but down on this farm we're still all enslaved
no saviour of light round the corner I see,
brothers and sisters, come to me
Wresting
control, that is the one
the difficult question of can it be done
but one thing I know is we've gotta try
while there's one soul in pain we've all gotta cry
we don't want trouble, we just want you gone
your naked greed and your spitting gun
your thieving hands and your lying creed
as you crush your boot in the face of need
I'm tired of seeing flies round the child in the dirt
as you squeeze more blood from the debtor's purse
the older I get the fiercer it grows
this rage at the tyranny that you impose