They cut us out after two nights down They called me John Doe the seventy four 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 Swinging one big hammerblow Hey, we're glory bound One big hammerblow to your crown Hey, gonna knock 'em down Swinging one big hammerblow Down in the mist by the golden bridge The night watchman was on patrol He kicked 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 Hey, we're glory bound One big hammerblow to your crown Hey, gonna knock 'em down Swinging one big hammerblow Work through a cramp Burn the midnight lamp From out of dingy Chinatown Out in the fog you can hear that horn Shake the lonely room with sound Mopping the hall is a good longshoreman from the Spanish Civil War Ten thousand names in a book of claims That lie fading in some bottom drawer Sing it, brothers L'internationale sera le genre humain Hey, we're glory bound One big hammerblow to your crown Hey, gonna knock 'em down Swinging one big hammerblow Hey, we're glory bound One big hammerblow to your crown Hey, gonna knock 'em down Swinging one big hammerblow Swinging one big hammerblow Swinging one big hammerblow One big hammerblow