It's Not the Poor Folk

When the music starts to play
And the words sound about right
Sayin' man how the rich ought
To be made to fight

For what they stole
For what they embezzled
Not just the politicians
But those bourgeois devils

Well, then the voice it turns
To echo those rich men
To admonish the poor
Blame them for the rich man's sins

So you want to take away
What little they've been given
While rich men watch and laugh
As you speak on their behalf

For it's not the poor folk who's allowed some extra bread
Who is making you toil till you drop dead
No it is not the food stamps or new and different people
The obese and elderly or those who are disabled

I say all are your brothers and none are your enemies
So long as the rich men they suffer no penalties
Freedom is not your traditional values
Crafted from bigotry and classist realities

Freedom is freedom to move and disobey
To rely on one another to keep would be kings at bay
Say none of us can stand alone against their power
We must stand together, and make them cower

For the laws of this land have us used and abused
Owned and subordinate to our patriarchal roots
I say it's high time we reinvent this whole operation
To make mutual benefit our sole occupation

Because Freedom is freedom to move and disobey
To rely on one another to keep would be kings at bay
Say none of us can stand alone against their power
We must stand together, and make them cower

(here we go)

Yes, Freedom is freedom to move and disobey
To rely on one another to keep would be kings at bay
Say none of us can stand alone against their power
Rise proletariat, and make them cower

(alright)