The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti (Part 2)
Father, yes, I am a prisonerFear not to relay my crimeThe crime is loving the forsakenOnly silence is shame
And now I'll tell you what's against usAn art that's lived for centuriesGo through the years and you will findWhat's blackened all of historyAgainst us is the lawWith its immensity of strength and powerAgainst us is the law!Police know how to make a manA guilty or an innocentAgainst us is the power of police!The shameless lies that men have toldWill ever more be paid in goldAgainst us is the power of the gold!Against us is racial hatredAnd the simple fact that we are poor
My father dear, I am a prisonerDon't be ashamed to tell my crimeThe crime of love and brotherhoodAnd only silence is shame
With me I have my love, my innocence,The workers, and the poorFor all of this I'm safe and strongAnd hope is mineRebellion, revolution don't need dollarsThey need this insteadImagination, suffering, light and loveAnd care for every human beingYou never steal, you never killYou are a part of hope and lifeThe revolution goes from man to manAnd heart to heartAnd I sense when I look at the starsThat we are children of lifeDeath is small