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"
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 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
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