Bolsheviki was a lie
Majority by propaganda
Soyuz was a lie
United in fear only
Marxist was a lie
Norodnik in practice
But the biggest of them all
Sotsialisticheskikh
The biggest lie they told
Sotsialisticheskikh
Fascist and state capitalist
Rabbid nationals and crazy lefts are screaming
They call you pig and say I'm a utopean dreaming
We can agree on this, and this for once
The right, left, and center, during war, play the dunce
We all see reason, just not in reasonable forms
We all know hatred, living in college dorms
I fly the red, you the red, white, blue
We both say freedon, we both love too
No anti's or pro's. We are what we are
You like capital, and I the communist star.
I came to school today a communist
I sat in class today a communist
I left school today a laughing communist
I read Marx, as a communist
I read Solzhenitsyn, as a communist
I mourn The 20 Million, as a communist
I have no love for Lenin, I'm still a communist
I have disgust for Stalin, I'm still a communist
I never said Mao was right, I am still a communist
I'm not anti-capitalist, just a communist
I don't hate the bourgeoisie, I'm just a communist
I think capitalism is good, I'm still a communist
Your perception is wrong, I am a communist
Your stereotypes are wrong, I am a communist
Hate me if you want, I'm still a communist
Comrades in arms. And.
Comrades on farms. And
Comrades in loving. And
Comrades when shoving. And
Comrades forever. And
Comrades that never.
Were.
Unjustly imprisonned for thought
We sit here while the people rot
Opression is here and has not been fought
Intellectual rape is committed and bought
John Kennedy was a great man
John Kennedy killed children in Vietnam
John Kennedy killed my comrades in Cuba
JFK was a great president
Andrew Jackson was a great man
Andrew Jackson killed Cherokee people
Andrew Jackson disobayed Congress
Andrew Jackson was a great president
Winston Churchill was a great man
Winston Churchill defended Josef Stalin
Winston Churchill thought it right to gas natives
Winston Churchill was a great leader
Fidel Castro is a bad man
Fidel Castro gave peasants land
Fidel Castro destroyed a brutal dictatorship
Fidel Castro is an evil man
Revolution!
We hear the blood soaked call
Arm yourselves!
We hear the terrorized yell
Armed, we are!
We call back at them
Revolution we bring!
Is our battle cry
Tonight the opressed party
Tonight, the world is alive
The pen is mightier than the sword
But every now and again
I can say "Fuck the pen!"
And take up my sword with pride
Armed with the pen
Armed with the gun
Armies of Red men
Armies of the sun
I kill natives and rape their women
I steal from children and bring disease
I don�t care about the land or the people
All I want from them is money and labour
I destroy village after village in a night
I told you I don�t care, might makes right
If you don�t like it, go live with them
I�ll shoot you too, might makes right
Pax Americana, Pax Americana
I kill natives and steal their young
I rape and murder women for fun
I say might makes right,
Believe me or fight
God damn it, I�ll kill you too
I am right, I have the might
I kill natives
Cries of freedom ring out like a bell
We only hear cause we live in perpetual hell
Our people tourmented and killed
The blood of many has been spilled
Doublespeak and doublethink are creed
Hegemony, class struggle with speed
The man at the river is now gone
In his place Steel's and Hammer's spawn
The Archipellago reigns Supreme
A mad Georgeans dream
I tremble with indignation
When I reflect that my nation
Is not immune from justice
And all the lives we'll miss
I tremble when I see
That my nation has contemp for me
And that tyranny has befallen her
She has become the great killer
I shake with hate when I hear
Of the death of all I hold dear
We've got nothing to live for
If we've got nothng to die for
We are destined for Hell
We deserve it all
Death and destruction
Blood red, the flag flies high
The blood of the workers and all who have died
We march on, and on, and on
We march until the sunset is gone
Our weapons drawn and our minds made
Our heads held high as our fear does fade
Heroes the living and martyrs the dead
Our army fights and fights, our army, Red
The battle won and many lives lost
This is the price of freedon, this is the cost
Our red flag high, our red flag high
Our memories shall never die
O revolution, revolution begun
The battle faught, the war is won
This is the price of freedon, this is the cost
Never in vain will lives be lost
Our red flag flew high
Martyrs did die
Heroes did fight
We are right
Zapatistas, my comrades
Black Panthers, my comrades
PLO, FLN, VC, my comrades
Unite and cellebrate, we fight
Everyday we live, everyday we fight
Another day lived, another bullet dodged
From the ballot to the bullet, we will overcome
From fire and ice to blood and tears
My comrades, we must not have fears
When you were little did your parents tell you
About evil people with red flags inspired by a Jew?
Did your teachers tell you not to listen to Reds?
And talk about how evil communism spreads?
It's people like me, and Allen Ginsburg
It's Che Guevara and Rosa Luxenburg
And those workers on strike, with red flags
The dead vietnamese, dressed in bloody rags
How evil can we be?
No evil I can see!
I talk radical, spanish and communism
I see radical, no colours or religions
I hear so god damned well you can't say shit
Radical is to grasp the root of the problem
I talk extreme, english and revolution
I see extreme, only individuals and humans
I hear too good for my own good
Change is the only constant
I talk locked up, the CIA got me
I see locked up, I saw to much
I hear not a pin drop now
Learn to suffer or suffer to learn
Ideological battles we're fighting
Every pamphlet we print, Red lightning
Theoreticians so strong you fought them with bullets
People can die but ideas leave debts
The Internationale can fall
It's done so three times before, that's all
Blatantly lie about us, you do it now
Stalin was a fascist, so was Mao
But we understand it all
You don't want the bourgeous epoch to fall
But it's a historical inevitability
The fall of the bourgeoisie
Let's have a talk about historical materialism
It aint like that utopian socialism
It's from the Rhineland, Trier
That's modern Germany, here
Developed by Herr Karl Marx
You still got some question marks?
Shit yeah, I'll tell ya what
Lets explain it and then, case shut
It aint nothin more than a dialectic
But applied to history, it can get hectic
Cause then ya throw in materialism
Not shallowness or bourgeois-ism
But a reflection of thought from matter
Matter over mind, like the mad hatter
Once ya got all that, you can turn Hegel on his head
Don't worry, he won't mind, he's fuckin dead
So there ya go, historical materialism
Maybe next time we get dialectical, we'll talk Marxism
Cause it's only a step away from that
So put on your red star hat
And get the hell out
Revolution is what you make it
It's there in every human spirit
There for you to take it
It calls, all you have to do is hear it
Revolution is free
Revolution is something to see
Revolution is to be
Revolution is you and me
Revolution is all you are
Though it can seem so far
Revolution is spectacular
It is right here, standing by your car
It is now!
Revolution is now!
Revolution is now!
Revolution is now!
Whenever I hear of oppression I tremble
Whenever I see brutality, another tear drops
Whenever I see someone fighting back, I smile
When I see someone stand up, I scream with joy
When I can join them, I'll be real
Struggle is, and struggle was
Is struggle to be?
For a time. Then we'll win.
Struggle is, struggle was, and struggle is to be
Only for a time, only you and me.
In the memory of all those who fought
All the men and women who stood up
We can't give in
In memory of Malcom X and Martin Luther King
Of Ho Chi Minh and Pancho Villa
We cannot give up
In the spirit of Che and Zapata
We've got to stand up, we've got to
We have got to fight back
To those who rape, pillage, and steal
Stand up to all who oppress
That's got to be the Zeitgeist
For all the failed revolutions
And all the quelled rebellions
Let that be our epoch
In memory of all who fought
Who died and lived
Who suffered
Who are
I was always interested with the radical, forbidden
Being anything I wanted and how I wanted to do it
Marijuana, I will whenever I can
Communism, communism is in my heart of hearts
I read Marx and smoke dope for a good time
I read Ginsburg and talk philosophy for kicks
Debate is my lifelong occupation, like Vietnam
I'll get you on a technical and a truth
The materialist dialectic is my tool
While you are a tool, not hammer nor sickle
Those I use too, proletarian unity is what it is
What we fight for and what there shall be
This is me, this is struggle, this is real
This is to be, this is, this is us
This is me. This is me. This is me.
Let's all go out and get drunk
Let's go feed the capitalist Anarchy punk
Let's go buy tons of shirts with radical shit on them
Then we can go diss the latest Eminem
We can listen to Rage and not get it at all
Then we can buy the newest "El Che" doll
Revolutionaries can be fun and idealised too
Just don't let 'em look like me and you
Then it's off to the neo-anarchist club
We all sit around and say "Fuck president Shrub!"
And don't even know why, but we like Democrats
They're "kool" and they know where it's "atz"
Than when we get home we can give dad the finger
But we're too pussy to let it linger
He grounded us and took away our phone
We called him a Nazi, an ass and a drone
So he beat us with his copy Das Kapital and called us ignorant bitches
Could I tell you about a place in my dreams?
There's no hatred or ignorance, no opposing teams
No class struggle, no classes at all
Where people give and get all
A place of direct democratic ways
In the evenings we can all put on Shakespeare plays
Dealing with real problems, like death and desease
Not how can they cut down the most trees
Comrades everywhere, no wars or national lines
Only architects of humanity building humanitarian designs
I came on up from the evolutionary chain
Now Rockefeller wants to tell me about a brain?
Just cause he's rich and powerful
That doesn't mean his head is full
Just cause he can buy a man and sell him again
He fights with money, I fight with a pen
He fights with bullets and soldiers
I fight with a printing press and pamphleteers
Rockefeller don't mean nothin but money to me
Rockefeller aint nothin but a member of the bourgeoisie
An all excluding club of rich folk
Beleive me kids, it aint no joke
I seen it with my very own two eyes
Evil, greed, and periodicals of lies
They speak from the rich and speak to the poor
They speak to you with the FBI at your door
COINTELPRO aint a thing of the past, man
COINTELPRO is that mysterious white van
Rockefeller, Rockefeller, what do you know?
You know Hendry Ford, Hitler, and CIA blow
Bourgeois is shit
To be free, is to be proletarian, and that is it.
Poetry is for the weak, those who have internal struggle
Politics is for those who ignore their weakness
I've both and I'll freely admit, they compliment each other well
Comrades, art is our greatist friend. Art is subversion.
I need someone to be with now
I used to sit and talk about Mao
But not no more, it just won't suffise
Believe me, this love stuff isn't very nice
It's depressing and shit to me
My love, unrequited? Could very well be
I'd like to hope not, but I'm not into fate
I'm not into prayer either, it's much too late
Even if God existed, I'd hate his Platonic ass
I'd be a hippie flower child out smokin' grass
A Nietzschean philosopher, existentialist
Enough about that from this weary materialist
Back to love and how I need it so much
Not sexual feelings, just someone to love, to touch
To feel her, to be with my love, I need it
Otherwise depression and no emotional fit
I'll go back to political matters, nothing more
I'll leave love to those whome it knocks at their door
Comrades I love you all, but she is special to me
And always remeber what Che said, about being revolutionary
I once wrote a poem of romance
I can't believe I even gave it a chance
It was shit and makes me cringe
I'd rather take cocaine, via syringe
And I'm not into coke
So there's no fun to poke
But I am into life
And life be love like a blade a knife
But my poetry is not like that
My poetry is where I tip my hat
Political and rather revolutionary
These too, these are love to me
So when you read my verse
I won't have to remind you how much it all hurts
Because you know that already
So I'll just keep my political flows steady
May Day is coming fast
And only one day shall it last
The workers holiday comes!
Yet the streets are still filled with bums
And the red flag is down, so is the black
We're losing the battle, we're running aback
So here, under my banner, I swear
That all proletarians are my brothers, no matter where
And that I'll fight till I die and even give my life
For the proletarian cause and the workers strife
And if you wish to join me
We'll all take you warmly
If you want to win the class war, too
Then come with me and fallow our cue
Take up a pen, or a gun, or a flag
And take to the streets, with spray paint we'll tag
Vive le commune! and long live the red!
And long may we remember our fallen and dead
So May Day is coming, where will you be?
Cause when May Day arrives, the fighting won't cease
And when May Day arrives, it's here I shall be
For when May Day arrives, this I shall preach