Rags: The New American Musical: Bread and Freedom / Dancing with the Fools

Sisters, we stand
 Joining, hand in hand
 For the bread and freedom
 One union we stand
 Ten thousand feet
 O'er the land we tread
 March for bread and freedom
 Give us now our freedom
 And bread
 Sisters, we stand
 Brothers, hand in hand
 For the bread and freedom
 One union we stand
 Ten thousand feet
 O'er the land we tread
 March for bread and freedom
 Freedom! Freedom!
 Give us bread and freedom
 Freedom! Freedom! (No union, no work!)
 Give us bread and freedom! (No union, no work)
 Bread and freedom! (No union, no work)
 Bread and freedom! (No union, no work)
 Now they've got to pay us out (No union, no work)
 Let the bosses go to hell (No union, no work)
 Now they've got to gets to sell (No union, no work)
 Let the bosses go to hell (No union, no work)
 Freedom
 Freedom
 Suddenly I see you, Nathan (Freedom! Freedom)
 Is this really you? (Give us bread and freedom)
 Did I run from cossacks
 To become one, too? (Give us bread and freedom now)
 All these questions, Nathan
 I don't know what to do
 (Shush, shush, shush, oh little one)
 Can we stop now? (Finally you can stop now)
 I don't see how I can undo (Papa will take care of you)
 Just the way you want him to
 This was it (Come to Papa)
 Come to Papa
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 Everything you want
 On a silver platter
 Look, the dream came true
 Take his hand and go
 Take it, what's the matter?
 What's come over you?
 You were always smart
 When was it you started dancing with the fools?
 Look at the fools
 There are walls at their heels
 But they dance
 And they dream
 And they fall
 And they bleed
 And they get right up and dance
 And I'm dancing with them
 Nathan will be angry
 Why? Why?
 When I was going home
 And safe and warm
 Do I sail back in a storm
 The unknown sea
 Is there for to be?
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 Me?
 Dancing with the fools
 Could it be I'm losing everything I want?
 Dancing with the fools
 Could it be I'm choosing life?
 Who did this? It's a new dance
 Taking my chances with chance
 I don't want to live sobbing at the table
 For the dancing fools and me
 Now they've got no gets to sell
 Let the bosses go to hell
 Now they've got no gets to sell
 Let the bosses go to hell
 Now they've got no gets to sell
 Let the bosses go to hell (No union! No work!)
 Now they've got no gets to sell (No union, no work!)
 Let the bosses go to hell (No union, no work!)
 Now they've got no gets to sell (No union, no work!)
 Let the bosses go to hell (No union, no work!)