They cut us out after two nights down They called me John Doe the 74 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, Swingin one big Hammerblow...
HEY! We're glory bound, One big Hammerblow to your crown HEY! Gonna knock 'em down, Swingin 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, Swingin 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 Moppin' the hall is a good long shoreman from the Spanish Civil War 10,000 names in a book of claims That lie fading in some bottom drawer...
Sing it, brothers! L'INTERNATIONALE SERA LA GENRE HUMAIN!
HEY! We're glory bound, One big Hammerblow to your crown HEY! Gonna knock 'em down, Swingin one big Hammerblow...
HEY! We're glory bound, One big Hammerblow to your crown HEY! Gonna knock 'em down, Swingin one big Hammerblow... Swingin one big Hammerblow... Swingin one big Hammerblow...