Song | 1915 |
Artist | Anti-Flag |
Album | The General Strike |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:20.53] | In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician, |
[00:25.40] | Scrawled in spite across the envelope |
[00:27.65] | With all of our conviction. |
[00:30.09] | In only took a few hours for his peers |
[00:32.65] | To find him guilty in a trail too fair, |
[00:35.19] | A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place among the living. |
[00:40.16] | My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce. |
[00:48.23] | Murdered by the capitalist, |
[00:50.23] | November 1915 be careful of what you wish. |
[00:53.17] | Who is wrong and who is righteous? |
[00:54.73] | |
[00:57.74] | What was stolen from us we will replace, |
[01:00.43] | Off with the head on the body we feast, |
[01:02.99] | Who is wrong and who is righteous, |
[01:05.31] | Will never be our own decision. |
[01:19.62] | |
[01:28.31] | He yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beating. |
[01:33.02] | Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing: |
[01:38.04] | “My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce, |
[01:42.84] | And let the breezes blow my dust to where some flowers grow. |
[01:47.59] | Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again. |
[01:52.71] | |
[02:27.60] | If the workers take a notion, |
[02:30.35] | They can stop all speeding trains, |
[02:33.35] | Every ship upon the ocean. |
[02:36.15] | They can tie with mighty chains |
[02:39.08] | Every wheel in the creation, |
[02:41.87] | Every mine and every mill. |
[02:44.79] | Fleets and armies of all nations |
[02:47.29] | Will at our command stand still. |
[00:20.53] | In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician, |
[00:25.40] | Scrawled in spite across the envelope |
[00:27.65] | With all of our conviction. |
[00:30.09] | In only took a few hours for his peers |
[00:32.65] | To find him guilty in a trail too fair, |
[00:35.19] | A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place among the living. |
[00:40.16] | My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce. |
[00:48.23] | Murdered by the capitalist, |
[00:50.23] | November 1915 be careful of what you wish. |
[00:53.17] | Who is wrong and who is righteous? |
[00:54.73] | |
[00:57.74] | What was stolen from us we will replace, |
[01:00.43] | Off with the head on the body we feast, |
[01:02.99] | Who is wrong and who is righteous, |
[01:05.31] | Will never be our own decision. |
[01:19.62] | |
[01:28.31] | He yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beating. |
[01:33.02] | Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing: |
[01:38.04] | " My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce, |
[01:42.84] | And let the breezes blow my dust to where some flowers grow. |
[01:47.59] | Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again. |
[01:52.71] | |
[02:27.60] | If the workers take a notion, |
[02:30.35] | They can stop all speeding trains, |
[02:33.35] | Every ship upon the ocean. |
[02:36.15] | They can tie with mighty chains |
[02:39.08] | Every wheel in the creation, |
[02:41.87] | Every mine and every mill. |
[02:44.79] | Fleets and armies of all nations |
[02:47.29] | Will at our command stand still. |
[00:20.53] | In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician, |
[00:25.40] | Scrawled in spite across the envelope |
[00:27.65] | With all of our conviction. |
[00:30.09] | In only took a few hours for his peers |
[00:32.65] | To find him guilty in a trail too fair, |
[00:35.19] | A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place among the living. |
[00:40.16] | My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce. |
[00:48.23] | Murdered by the capitalist, |
[00:50.23] | November 1915 be careful of what you wish. |
[00:53.17] | Who is wrong and who is righteous? |
[00:54.73] | |
[00:57.74] | What was stolen from us we will replace, |
[01:00.43] | Off with the head on the body we feast, |
[01:02.99] | Who is wrong and who is righteous, |
[01:05.31] | Will never be our own decision. |
[01:19.62] | |
[01:28.31] | He yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beating. |
[01:33.02] | Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing: |
[01:38.04] | " My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce, |
[01:42.84] | And let the breezes blow my dust to where some flowers grow. |
[01:47.59] | Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again. |
[01:52.71] | |
[02:27.60] | If the workers take a notion, |
[02:30.35] | They can stop all speeding trains, |
[02:33.35] | Every ship upon the ocean. |
[02:36.15] | They can tie with mighty chains |
[02:39.08] | Every wheel in the creation, |
[02:41.87] | Every mine and every mill. |
[02:44.79] | Fleets and armies of all nations |
[02:47.29] | Will at our command stand still. |