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