Song: I know the working class life

Am Em
I know what it’s like to feel insecure
Am Em
I know what it’s like not to dream
Am D G
I know what it’s like to go on strike
Am C G
Oh, I know the working class life

I know what its like on the new deal
Without a any future in sight,
The new deal is a lie in a suit and a tie
Oh, I know the working class life

I know all the lies that circulate
In the highest seat in the hall
And working class life is dripping and strife
Oh, I know the working class life

You can answer a poem with a poem

You can answer a poem with a poem
You can answer a song with a song
But if you have a fear of authority
Things like this will go wrong

Authority’s bomb away every day
In every way, spoiling your day
With your feet in the clay
With your feet in the clay
That you came from

You can answer a love with a love
You can answer a hate with a word
But if you have a fear of authority
You become part of the silent herd

The herd grows many and plentiful
And they roam the field all alone
When they take their teeth
Out of the meat
All you have left is the bone

I will lie down in the bracken

I will lie down to die in the bracken
I will watch the rainbow go by
I don’t want to die, taken care of
By the surgeon with a tray full of knives

To die in the city, is to die without pity
They rid you of your dignity and pride
I’d rather lie down in the bracken
My death I’d rather hide

In the big bad city
The last thing you will see
Is the concrete of the street
And the rumble of war
The windows full of meat
And chains on your feet
As they wheel you through hells double-door

I want to lie down in the bracken
With the beetle, the spider and worm
And the last thing I see – will be a rainbow
And the last thing I’ll hear – will be a bird