I was walking on a dreary morning
For another day at the factory
I was feeling utterly disheartened
When a fellow came up to me
He bade me a, "Good day, comrade!"
And bestowed unto my hand
A paper of a strange nature
'Twas a letter to the working man

And thus, it said:
"Hi ho! Hi ho! My comrades did ye know?
That a proletarian revolution's beginning to grow!
Hi ho! Hi ho! My comrades did ye know?
That a world free for liberty is what it will bestow!

"Our lives are being torn asunder
By the ruling class and the government
The cost of living rises as our wages decline
Public outrage is beginning to foment!
Our jobs are being sent overseas
Where child labor still exists
We must fight our way towards a brighter day
And when we win, we'll raise our mighty fists!

"Are you living a life of indigence?
Are your broken hands covered in blood?
Is the wealth you created expropriated
To an aristocrat's golden flood?
Our republic is tied to a string
That's held in the palms of a man
With a top-hat and a grin
That's dripping with sin
Of war, and blood on his hands"

By God, I couldn't believe my eyes!
'Twas the feeling I've had the whole time!
I asked the man, what was this letter in my hand
'Twas a socialist leaflet of rhymes!
He told me all about the union
And the fight for equality
And that I've been a pawn for far too long
And to join the People's Army!