HANDS UP, DON’T SHOOT

Michael Brown went down
Laid there, stayed there
Four hours to show the powers
Of the powers that be
This is F.U.Q.D. up up up, alla way up
This system is deranged

Tanks in the cities
Tear gas in our eyes
Your average police spokesbot
Almost always lies
Military occupying brown communities
Has anything really changed?

chorus:
Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin,
Oscar Grant and Michael Brown
If the list gets any longer
this whole system will go down
Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin,
Oscar Grant and Michael Brown
If the list gets any longer
this whole system will go down

Wives and children traumatized,
Why you killin us, a mother asks
Nothin’ left to live for, feels like slavery time
A mere child, state gone wild, no charges filed
Death by assembly line

They coulda tried anything besides
six shots to kill
No job, bad schools, worse cops
call it what you will
When the whites gonna get it
this goes on because we let it
Hands up don’t shoot

Two days later, seven more shots
Another child falls, democracy rots
American trees bear strange fruit
Hands up don’t shoot

Looks like Katrina, looks like Gaza,
looks like South Africa
Warehouse the poor and colored,
police lied, justice died
Black youth caught in the jaws,
cops are the cause
Where’s our nation of laws?

Tamir Rice & Freddie Gray
Sam DuBose and Sandra Bland
All the killers must be jailed,
there must be justice in the land
Tamir Rice & Freddie Gray
Sam DuBose and Sandra Bland
All the killers must be jailed,
there must be justice in the land

CIAO, INEQUALITY

Hey politicians
Check your positions
Do you work for all of us
Or for the big bad banks
This plutocracy is no democracy
Rule by the rich,
Good gosh, no thanks!

Don’t trust your hedge funds
Don’t trust dark money
You leave us homeless and bankrupt,
I wonder when
You will be moving to your new mansion
In the nearest federal pen

You bleed the nation
Take a vacation
From killing jobs, hoarding gobs
Of ill-gotten gains
Shift your ambition
To abolition
This system’s clinically insane

You hold us hostage
With stocks and bondage
Basic rights don’t mean shite
To the shareholding class
If you don’t wise up
We might just rise up
And plant our feet right in your…
Pants

You kill community
With such impunity
But we won’t let you get away
With this truth decay
We’re gonna build a better future
And we’re gonna start right now

So politicians
Check your positions
Do you work for all of us
Or for the big bad banks
This plutocracy is no democracy
Rule by the rich,
Good gosh, no thanks!

YOU DON’T OWN THE WORLD

They stole 11 trillion
and no one went to jail
We’re not gonna sit around
and wait for them to go to hail
If we work together
there’s a chance we will prevail
So everybody stand and shout,
“My country’s not for sale.”

My country’s not for sale, not for sale
My country’s not for sale, not for sale
My country’s not for sale, not for sale
You crooks are going to jail! (or hail!)

They killed a million in Iraq
Around the world they still attack
We cannot make them take it back
But we can give them all the sack
If we work together we can overturn this claque
It’s is worse than meth or crack
Get your Gucci bags and pack

Get your Gucci bags and pack,
you hack
Get your Gucci bags and pack,
like Freddie Mac
Get your Gucci bags and pack,
don’t slack
You crooks are going to jail (or hail)

They make us buy with our tax checks
Their military industrial plex
We’ll all become their drone objects
It feels like really awful sex
If we work together we can all be King and Malcolm X
So everybody stand and shout
No, you don’t own the world!

NO, you don’t own the world!
Don’t be obtuse!
NO, you don’t own the world!
Turn it loose!
NO, you don’t own the world!
Owning a world is world abuse!
No, you don’t own the world!

BAKKEN FRACKIN’ OIL TRAIN

Pardon me boys,
is that the bakken frackin’ oil train?
Right on track by my house
Endangering my spouse and cat
& parakeet, I gotta tweet
I can’t afford the stored explosive
crude that rolls there
It isn’t fair, & they don’t seem to care

It leaves the North Dakota bakken
Yes that is where they drill
Our neighborhood is burned & blackened when there’s a spill
30 trains a week,
we’re really up a creek
Derailment and defilement,
is that what we seek?

When you see us demonstratin’
Maybe you should
Not wait until it blows
then it’s too late, it’s no good
Frackin’ in the bakken
Our anger musn’t slacken
Woo, woo! Whoosh
there goes the neighborhood

There’s gonna be
a little party at the station
We’ll be makin’ our case
This train is such a disgrace
We’re gonna cry
And tell the CSX folks they can’t roam
Over our reservoir,
we’re gonna send them on home

WE SHALL NOT BE DECLIMATIZED

We shall not, we shall not be moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved
Just like a tree
that’s planted by the water,
We shall not be moved

Oil and coal destroy the earth
We shall not be moved
We’re gonna fight for all we’re worth
We shall not be moved
Just like a tree
that’s planted by the water,
We shall not be moved

The 1% steals everything
We shall not be moved
Economic justice we will bring
We shall not be moved
Just like a tree
that’s planted by the water,
We shall not be moved

They’re fracking here
they’re drilling there
We shall not be moved
To benefit some billionaire
We shall not be moved
Just like a tree
that’s planted by the water,
We shall not be moved

Oil war hawks are swarming
We shall not be moved
Bringing global warming
We shall not be moved
Just like a tree
that’s planted by the water,
We shall not be moved

Fossil fuel pollution
We shall not be moved
Clean energy solution
We shall not be moved
Just like a tree
that’s planted by the water,
We shall not be moved

We shall not, we shall not be moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved
Just like a tree
that’s planted by the water,
We shall not be moved

COOPERATIVE INTERNATIONALE

Arise ye pris’ners of hierarchy
Arise ye workers with your tools
Cooperatives are in formation
Transforming social rules

No more bureaucracy shall bind us
Arise ye slaves of the heavy hand
We’re called to build a new foundation
Participation is our plan

Tis a new phase of hist’ry
Searching for democracy
Incorporating everywhere
The shift from I to we

Tis humanity’s project
Working for the social good
Community empowerment
All power to the hood

ARE WE GONNA MAKE SOME NOISE

We got the power, power, power
If we stand together, together, together

Woke up this morning with a funny feeling of doubt
By the time I got to work I had been contracted out,
By lunchtime there was downsizing all about
I asked what was the story they said we had been bought out
So here’s your 201K and one Brussels sprout

Are we gonna leave it to the boys
Or are we gonna make some noise
We got the power, power, power
If we stand together, together, together

First they came for the housekeepers
And I said nothing
Because I was not a housekeeper
Then they came for the fast food workers
And the Walmart workers and domestic workers
and the tomato pickers who were pickin’ quicker
but they couldn’t get another penny a pound

Then they came for the groundskeepers and the engineers
And then they came for me and no one was left to speak for me at all
Maybe it’s time to get on the ball
You and me let’s see if we can pull this society out of the 19th century

Are we gonna leave it to the boys
Or are we gonna make some noise
We got the power, power, power
If we stand together, together, together

They got the money but they’re too mean
To pay a living wage to those who cook and clean
Well what did we expect, they only dis, they don’t respect

They got the money but they give short shrift
To the people who work on the night shift
Let me tell ya what’s special about being an employee
You’re guaranteed to be mistreated by the bourgeoisie

Are we gonna leave it to the boys
Or are we gonna make some noise
We got the power, power, power
If we stand together, together, together

WHEN WE STAND UP FOR 15

Oh when I lost my job last week
For health care I was up a creek
Oh, I don’t want to be in that number,
That’s why I will not be meek

When workin’ folks must get food stamps
Or live like 1930s tramps
I don’t want to be in that number,
When workin’ folks must get food stamps

Yes we are here like Paul Revere
To warn you of what’s goin’ down
Oh, I don’t want to be in that number,
When our country’s goin’ down

When we stand up for our fair share
When we stand up for our fair share
Well, I want to be in that number,
When we stand up for our fair share

When we stand up, and when we shout
Respect is what it’s all about
Well, I want to be in that number,
Respect is what it’s all about

WILL SOCIETY BE UNBROKEN

Music: Charles H. Gabriel (1907)
Lyrics: Ada Ruth Habershon(1907)/Wisconsin Solidarity Singers/Dave Lippman

I was standing at the Capitol
With my friends all gathered ‘round
Though they steal our health and welfare
We won’t let them get us down

CHORUS:
Will society be unbroken
By and by, oh, by and by
There’s a better time a-waiting
When these gangsters we defy

There’s a law says that our money
Must return to fill our needs
There’s a waiver
says never mind that
Priority is rich folks’ greed
Chorus

Well I bought me an old Chevy
Paid a tax, 300 bucks
Same exact tax on a Lear Jet
Guess the poor are sitting ducks
Chorus

Then the Fed says, take this billion
And expand your Medicaid
But the guv’nor that vaudevillian
Says our state you may not invade
Chorus

ALBERTA TARBILLIES

Glaciers roasting ’cause of climate liars
Jack Frost lost his way God knows
Yuletide carols sung while we perspire
And folks dressed up like – well,
too hot for clothes

Come listen to a story
‘bout Alberta Tar Sands
In a western province of
wheat-growin’ lands
Tycoons found a complement
for their blue blood
Down in the ground
was some tar sand crud
Oil, that is, dirty oil, Pollution tea, toxic sludge…water waste…tailing ponds…I never swim in ammonia….if it’s mixed with cyanide….
Well the first thing you know TransCanada was there
Corporation said
better move the tar but where?
Turns out Texas
is the place where they refine
So they fueled up their tools
and built a pipeline

Oil spillin’, river ruinin’,
petroleum dependin’
Climate killin’…acidic….corrosive…volatile…unstable…like its builders….fossil fools.

They say if you build it, it will spill
You can tweak but it’ll leak and wildlife it’ll kill
Runs through an aquifer
we can’t live without
Will the planet survive
oil industry clout?

Let’s hear it for long-term strategies for energy sanity!
Now let’s hear it for
short-term profits!
How a-bout that destruction of indigenous lands?
Puttin’ that much sulfur and acid in a pipe – what they been smoking?

Is it time to say good-bye
to atmosphere and earth?
We would like to thank you folks fer shoutin’ what it’s worth
You’re all invited back again
to this locality
To share a heapin helpin of your solidarity

Earth-savin’, that is. Set a spell. Civil disobedience. Y’all save the planet, y’hear?

And so I’m offering this warm refrain
The mercury’s at ninety-two
Foggy Scotland’s shores
are now hot as Bahrain
Scary business melting me and you

IN THE HUMMERTIME

In a semi-deserted/destroyed neighborhood in Detroit, an outdoor art project
called Heidelberg Yard got a new car: a pink Hummer buried there ceremoniously by Code Pink. Here’s the funeral song.

In the summertime when pollution is high
You can drive a hummer and darken the sky
When the weather’s hot
We got oil wars and pollution on our mind
Have a drink, have a drive
Go see whose pocket’s being lined

If your daddy’s rich he can make oil plumes
If your daddy’s poor
you can suck on the fumes
Speed along the lane,
Weighs 3 tons, or 3 tons and twenty-five.
When the sun goes down, no one’s lookin’
So you’re better on a bike

They’re a threat, people,
they’re dirty and mean
They’re civilian tanks for civilian marines
They need so much oil
They destroy most of the Caribbean sea
Don’t make us happy,
Life’s for destroying yeah that’s their philosophy

Sing along with us, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Da da da da da, hum vee vee vee
We will bury you
Never again see your chassis on TV
Now we’re happy
Life’s for living yeah that’s our philosophy

When the wind is here, then it’s party time
Bring the solar power, we’ll be doin’ fine
We’ll build buses and trains
That run on seaweed, seltzer and two buck chuck wine
No more guzzling gas
No more war for oil in our lifetime

If your daddy’s rich which he must be
Takes a shitload o dough to drive a hum-fuckin-vee
Either that or you’re maxin’, maxin’ out your visa credit card
We’ll be better off
Now that we’ve buried it in Heidelberg Yard

Sing along with us, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Da da da da da, hum vee vee vee
We will bury you
Never again to see your chassis on TV
Now we’re happy
Life’s for living yeah that’s our philosophy

WHISTLEBLOWERS BLUES

We get our important news from the people who have to sneak it out the side door, since the media only mediate what their wealthy owners permit. Why aren’t the people who try to put these people in jail, in jail?

I hear that whistleblower alerting us again
The truth ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when
I’m stuck with politicians who lie both night and day
When I hear that whistleblower it blows my blues away

The bribery was rampant, the corruption everywhere
The boys in blue in New York kept the people unaware
Beyond the wall of silence the truth would never flow
But someone had to be Frank, and it was Serpico

Those liars in the government destroying Vietnam
Along came Daniel Ellsberg and he dropped a different bomb
Purloined Pentagon papers, the secret war exposed
You never know how who’s lying until the whistle blows

With Nixon in the White House, paranoia was the rule
They bugged the opposition, which is totally uncool
The ship of state was listing, it was a leaky boat
They’d have never got the plumbers if not for good ol’ Deep Throat

Now no one was allowed to know if Israel had a stash
Of nuclear devices, to turn us all to ash
It took a whistleblower to bring us all the news
What is it that we’re needin? More Mordecai Vanunus

And while we’re talking of things nuclear remember Kerr-McGee
They said atomic power would set the nation free
Then up spoke Karen Silkwood, “you’re tamp’ring with our lives”
When I think of what she went through, I hang my head and cry

Now the CIA is known to all as freedom-fighting blokes
Yes they fight for freedom for the one percent of folks
No they’d never stoop to torture, that’s such a wack world view
But then we learned of waterboarding from John Kiriaku

They were violating privacy, fourth amendment rights
The boys down at the NSA had us all in their sights
The abuse of public trust there, it really takes the cake
But we found out all about it, thank you Thomas Drake

We would never know the war crimes of the army in Iraq
Were it not for secret footage showing murderous attacks
More tortures they were planning, if they could keep it mum
Thank God for Chelsea Manning, come on, let’s give him some

When he was just a contractor for NSA and such
Ed Snowden figured out we were all spied upon too much
He found the files to prove it, these crimes we all condemn
Now when Big Brother tries to snow us, we’ll wiki leak on them

Well I voted for the new guy, they all said he would be great
By the time we knew his wily ways, it was years too late
Charged more whistleblowers than all the ones before
When I saw how I’d been taken, I hung my head and swore

Well if they freed me from this prison, stopped the secrecy and lies
I bet I would be sharp enough to cut them down to size
Democracy will flourish, the truth shall set us free
When you hear that whistle blowin’, it blows for you and me

ALWAYS LOW PRICES

Not much has changed from the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire 100 years ago to the catastrophe/mass murder in the Smart Export Garments factory in Bangladesh. They just move the most exploitative jobs around the globe. At the center, or forward edge, of this demonic regime is our old friend Wal-mart.

In the clothing factory in Bangladesh
They locked the doors, no fire escape
They told the workers to remain
At their machines despite the flames

120 workers died
the factory owners hemmed and lied
they paid the workers 20 cents
Don’t know how they pay their rents

Just like 100 years before
When immigrant women made the clothes we wore
Shirtwaist factory fire vaporized the shop floor
These conditions are illegal now and here
So they outsource suffering to some other hemisphere
You’ll find Walmart’s flag unfurled
Where you find the cheapest labor in the world

Christmas gifts made by Asian elves
Sent to the planet’s most enormous shelves
Yes there’s always low prices at Walmart
Always low prices at Walmart

(Somebody said)
If you don’t like it go work at a different store
Seems he forgot his history and a whole lot more
Like the weekend and the eight-hour day fights
Forgot or never learned about workers’ rights

Seems he forgot most of the story
Guess that’s why he loves his faded glory
Forgot about the women’s vote
And many other victories of some note
These conditions are illegal now and here
So they outsource suffering to some other hemisphere
You’ll find Walmart’s flag unfurled
Where you find the cheapest labor in the world

Christmas gifts made by Asian elves
Sent to the planet’s most enormous shelves
Yes there’s always low prices at Walmart
Always low prices at Walmart

You would never want to see the faces
of those in desperate need of pay raises
Meanwhile you cheaply fill your shopping cart
Always low prices at Walmart

You would never want to see the broken lives,
broken bodies, broken hearts
There’s always low prices at Walmart

And while we’re speaking of things inappropriate
They’re workers, not associates
One of the reasons for low prices at Walmart

Now the checkout lady prays
For food stamps to augment her wage
Employed workers on the dole
A 21st century retail dust bowl
These conditions are legal now and here
No need to outsource suffering to some other hemisphere
You’ll find Walmart’s flag unfurled
Where you find the cheapest labor in the world

Christmas gifts made by Asian elves
Sent to the planet’s most enormous shelves
Yes there’s always low prices at Walmart
Always low prices at Walmart

You’ll find Walmart’s flag unfurled
Where you find the cheapest labor in the world

THIS BRAND’S NOT MY BRAND

This brand’s not my brand
This brand’s not your brand
From Delano grape fields
To Montgomery buses
From Nestle’s formula to fossil fuel stocks
This brand’s not made for you and me
I’ve roamed and rambled
And followed the footsteps
Of corporate criminals,
Government accessories
And all around me a voice was sounding
This brand’s not made for you and me

As I went walking
I saw South Africa
An apartheid system
With Polaroid passbooks
I didn’t play Sun City, I’m not that shitty
That boycott was made for you and me

To keep us buying
Sometimes they’re lying
Maybe domination
Is their occupation
Do they do aggression, even dispossession
That brand’s not made for you and me

If you’re ever wonderin’
Is the seller plunderin’
Let your conscience wake up
Give the thing a smell test
Is it bad for the planet or indigenous people
That brand’s not made for you and me

This brand’s not my brand
This brand’s not your brand
It oppresses workers
It oppresses women
So don’t buy bombers
Tear gas or land grabs
This brand’s not made for you and me

This brand’s not my brand
This brand’s not your brand
If it steals the wages
If it steals the farmland
If it takes the power
For one tenth of one percent
This brand’s not made for you and me

BATTLE HYMN OF THE PUBLIC

We have worked to keep communities
And families living well
We are proud to do our part
And now we’ve come out here to tell
That if you don’t want workers
Who are threatening to rebel
Then pay them what they’re worth

Chorus:
Glory glory to a living wage
Glory glory place it on the page
You may ask what does that mean
At a minimum, 15
So we go marching on

Nobody should go bankrupt
With gigantic doctor bills
Nor should people have to choose
Between their dinner and their pills
The studies are already done,
And lack of healthcare kills
So we’ll go marching on
Chorus

We are your friends and neighbors
And you see us every day
We work our asses to the bone
So hear us when we say
That when we aren’t respected
We don’t meekly go away
No, we go marching on
Chorus

I DON’T WANT YOUR MILLIONS, MISTER

thanks to Jim Garland for the original, from the 1930s

I don’t want your millions, Mister
Though it’s your fault that I am broke
All I want is a home and pension
Lost it all to the brothers Koch

Now I propose we jail the banksters
Don’t think Jay Z or me or you
Ever rhymed them up with wanksters
Well now it’s done, can’t hit undo

I believe that the aggrieved
Should be relieved of their indebtitude
And why not? Those lousy lenders
Against America did collude

No, I don’t want your Lamborghini
I don’t want your private jet
All I want’s a Prius maybe
Oh yes and please my old job back

I don’t want your millions, Mister
Though that would help to pay my rent
All I want is health, jobs, and schooling
And long jail terms for the one percent

THE TIMES THEY AREN’T A-CHANGIN’

Come gather ’round readers
Whenever you’re stumped
And admit that George Orwell’s
Journalistically trumped
And accept it that context
And sense have been dumped
If the Times to you
Is worth bravin’
Then you better start skimmin’
Through the parts fit to print
For the Times they aren’t a-changin’
Come writers and editors
Who supersize with your pen
You use misleading weasel words
Time and again
Like “the West” and “our interests,”
“Moderate” and “friend”
And there’s no end to all this renamin’
And the reader will vote
Based on the objectivity they pretend
For the Times they aren’t a-changin’

Come publishers, headline writers
With your hidden point of view
That which “stirs up concerns”
May concern mainly you
Try putting your foot
In a poor person’s shoe
There’s a battle outside
And it’s ragin’
But you’d never know that
Inside the bubble that skews
For the Times they aren’t a-changin’

Come all ye truth-seekers
Throughout the land
And do criticize
The sly bias at hand
These corporate insiders
Are deaf to our demand
Never calling for corporate jail terms
In a world upside down
Such clear vision is banned
For the Times they aren’t a-changin’

The old gray lady
Will always stand fast
Do her best to stupefy
The news-reading class
As reliable reporters
They’re woefully miscast
Will alternative media save us?
Let the youth write their stories
Produce their own broadcasts
For the Times they aren’t a-changin’

DISNEY BABIES

They’re branding babies now
I’m so lucky, I got a Disney baby
Though I really wanted an HP
But then a Walmart baby, would be so….cheap, deedle ee deep
Maybe they’ll merge with Disney and HP, and I can collect all three
Or I could have more babies, each one with a different sponsor
Lotsa free stuff for the crib, a logo on the bib
And then when they get old and gone, sir
I mean to say when they’re two
I could get ‘em Disney implants with 24-hour cartoons
And then when they’re 6 or 7
They could go to Disney camp and learn to shop for themselves

And then when they’re 11
They’ll be Disney tweeners
And the coffee beaners from Disney-Starbucks
Will take over till it’s time for HP
Oh wait she got her first computer
When she was too young to hit the escape key
I had to help her, had to boot her…..up
And show her how to pay the monthly fee

But now they’ve got a home consultant
Comes in with a Baby Mac
Free lessons in yr high chair
And a free corporate tattoo in the small of your back

Speaking of small, I gotta warn ya
Big government is in your bedroom now
They say they’ll give you health care and margaritas
But they wanta take your right to put
A logo on your fetus

They say it’s corporate overreaching
I say it’s just the magic of the marketplace
by my favorite firm
The magic Disney makes when they give free cakes
To the egg and the sperm
So when you open up the college fund
For the baby you might be having in a year
Be sure to check the markings on the package of your partner
‘Fore you do the deed
You wouldn’t wanta have an incompatibility
Between your microwave oven and his TV
So check the logo on your wife or husband’s butt
Be sure it’s the right brand
Lest your baby grow up
Not knowing what to buy to dry their onesie (copyright Gerber Childrenswear)
When they throw up
They’re offering free tickets to Disney World
Simply sign over the naming rights for your little girl
They’re providing a product while leveraging their brand
They’d do it just for love, but the billions are grand
Would you reject a free sample just because they’re trampling
Your inner creative life
Extracting all your vital juices isn’t really child abuse
But if it makes you want to hang yourself
They will sell you the noose – in trendy colors

Oh there are some slacker parents who are waiting until preschool
To give their little babies the chance to become a Disney tool
But now they’ve got a channel all their own they can choose
It’s a mall world after all

Now about “our 365” that’s simple product placement
In a target-rich environment, by which I mean maternity ward
Here come Profit and Gamble and Fix Your Price Toys
Without whom there’d be no hospitals so shut your noise
The baby branding business is a $36 billion dollar pot
So hey I gotta say it, is this a free country or what?
Let me send in a rep dressed up just like a nurse
Who will dangle some mobiles, other hand in mommy’s purse
At 18 days, we’ll start a drip of Snow White
We’ve got freedom of drip, the court gave a green light
And once you’re hooked on the Lion King
We’ll suck you in further with our suction child abduction seal your doom vacuum fog machine flat screen thing

When Microsoft and Disney have merged
And for your baby you’ve splurged
It’s only money, don’t be a dunce
Hey you’re only a baby once
And it’s cheaper if you buy today
So while you’re sitting on the fence
Wondrin if it makes sense
Some other mother’s baby’s bought up all the stock in the national defense
Some other mother’s baby’s bought up all the stock in the national defense
So buy now, keep up your payments
No money down this year but never fear
If you default, we’ve got a vault
Where we’ll safeguard your investment
That’s to say your bouncing baby dear

Look on the bright side
You’re starting over
clean slate, first rate
credit for your next endeavor
Even before your white knight proposed
You might say you’ve already been hosed
Which you’ll realize when you go to baptize
And find your baby’s been foreclosed
You’re OK now, you’re out of bankruptcy
Your brand…new kid’s out of emergency
He’s got a good 9 to 5
Workin in his play station for the good of the nation
And if there’s a moral here
It might be, maybe
What’s good for Disney
Is good for baby
You’re smart, you planned
You came with credit card in hand
Strike up the band, you’re in Fantasyland
You’ve got the most beautiful baby in Disneyland

GAZA’S ARK

I’m gonna build a boat, I’m gonna sail the sea
I’m gonna break a blockade
I’m gonna say Let Gaza be
I’m gonna say Let Gaza be

You’ve gotta take a stand, You’ve gotta be a man
You’ve gotta be the woman who demands
Freedom on the land
Freedom on the land

I’m gonna light the dark
I’m gonna sit up and bark
I’m gonna build an ark
Gaza’s ark, Gaza’s ark
Gaza’s ark, Gaza’s ark

We’re gonna build it together
Cause we’re all birds of a feather
Work together in all weather
We’re gonna build it toge-ther
We’re gonna build it together

We’re gonna build it in Gaza
Palestinian shipbuilders in the plaza
Singin’ hazza hazza
Singin’ hazza hazza

We’re gonna ship some fish
Embroidery and dates if you wish
Palestinian products that are so delish
Palestinian products that are so delish

I’m gonna build a boat, I’m gonna sail the sea
I’m gonna break a blockade
I’m gonna say Let Gaza be
I’m gonna say Let Gaza be

You’ve gotta take a stand
You’ve gotta be a man
You’ve gotta be the woman who demands
Freedom on the land
Freedom on the land
Freedom on the land
Freedom on the land