Hammerblow

They cut us out after two nights down
They called me John Doe the 74.
hitchhiking back to the mission we swung in
when a red car opened a door
The little geezer a local caesar
In the movement since the crash
He gave us lunch with his union bunch
Who get their windows smashed
but never their hopes dashed

Hey We're glory bound
One big hammerblow to your crown
Hey Gonna knock 'em down
swingin one big hammerblow
Down in the mist by the golden bridge
the night watchman was on patrol
He kick us out of the bushes and said
"Go get a couch with the brothers of soul
and if ya need 'em they even feed 'em
at the public garden walls"
and then he said with a wink;
"We haven't gone extinct unlike Che Guevara, Marx and Pravda"

Chorus

Work through a cramp
burn the midnight lamp
from out of dingy Chinatown
And through the fog you can hear that horn
shake the lonely room with sound
moppin the hall is a good long shore man
from the Spanish Civil war
10, 000 names in a book of claims
that lie fading in some bottom drawer

Sing it brothers

L'internationale sera le genre humane

Chorus