Fightsong of the Working Claß

Tune: Trelawny's Army/Song of the Western Man

A Rifle and a Bloody Flag, a merry heart and true,

The bourgeoisie shall understand what proletarians do!

Ho, hath they fixed the where and when?

for the prolets now to die,

Here's twenty-thousand Red Guard lads will kenna the reason why!

So shall the workers live,

Or shall the workers die?

Here's fifty-thousand Red Guard lads will kenna the reason why

then bespoken our Kommißar, brave and bold,

A merry Red was he

'If the Pentagon were Marx's hold,

We could set the workers free!

So we'll croß the Rhine from land to land,

In New England we might stay,

With one and all, and fisted hand,

Tell, who may bid us nay?'

So shall the workers live,

Or shall the workers die?

Here's one-hundred-thousand Red Guard lads will kenna the reason why!

And when we come to Berlin's Wall,

A sacred site to view,

Come forth, come forth, ye Cappies all

Our claß be good as you

Marx he be in keep and hold

Marx ye thinks has died,

Here's one-hundred-million Red Guard lads will kenna the reason why!

So shall the workers live,

Or shall the workers die?

Here's five-hundred-million Red Guard lads will kenna the reason why!

Does Comrade Marx still live,

Or shall he be said to die?

Here's one-billion angry Red Guard lads, and our answer is an aye!