Class Against Class - The Reds

I’ve seen the dawn in ancient hands Stone and fire built the lands Kings and lords drew the line Fed on labor, drank our time From feudal chains to factory smoke Every age, the same old yoke History’s not a drifting dream It’s class against class in the endless stream They write their laws in golden ink While we’re pushed to the edge, made to sink But the truth runs hotter than their steel— The wheel turns, and we can feel… The gears will break The chains will fall The specter rises It’s calling us all From the mills to the mines Hear the workers cry We’ve got a world to win And a world to defy Money talks in a hollow tongue Old as empire, forever young They sell our lives by the ticking hour Dress it up as noble power But every boss, every crowned head Stands on the bones of the hungry dead And every crisis cracks the frame The system’s fire will eat its name They hide behind their sacred right But we’ve got nothing left to bite Nothing to lose, nothing to sell Only a future to carve from hell The gears will break The chains will fall The specter rises It’s calling us all From the mills to the mines Hear the workers cry We’ve got a world to win And a world to defy, defy, defy, defy, defy All history… …is the history of class struggle The fight of the many against the few The ruling ideas are the ruling class’s chains But we are the hammer The gears will break The night will end The old world cracks, it cannot bend Raise your hands, tear the sky Raise your hands, tear the sky We’ve got a world to win And a world to defy The gears will break The chains will fall, and the people will rise