For too long cast aside, stripped of dignity, opportunity Countless sleepless days in underestimation But under these anxious, darkening leaves No word goes unheard And no deed is without compensation When the workers come to collect their wages Now the straw men are swaying in the distance
The have-nots calling in the listless wind Whispering for retribution Waiting for some voice to call them From the bottom where you left them So onward friends from our battered homes Forward to the onrush of cast stones, crushed bones And the gallows