For Marla

Marla Dylan

“Aw, come on, now
You know you know about my debutante”
An’ she says, “Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want”

Well, how can we when the world us is so magical: Shakespeare is wearing pointed shoes with bells, the sun’s not yellow it’s chicken, when she’s 68 but says she’s 54, he walks in carrying on his shoulder a siamese cat, and we have a thousand telephones that don’t ring? Life is funny, and though it may take a lot, it’s worth all the laughter.

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it

” I walked by a Guernsey cow”
“You won’t hear me complain”
“I’ve been to the mountain and I’ve been in the wind”

That’s because:
Johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government

Man in a trench coat badge out laid off days he’s got a bad cough lookout kid don’t matter what you did

Get sick, get well, hang around the ink-well
And you better stay away from those that carry ‘round a fire hose
You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows!

I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down
On the dark side of the road

So many thoughts
My head just might explode.

he now steps to the road
ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
while my conscience explodes

My memory erodes
And the universe implodes

For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe

The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

It could even be the sword
But the handmade blade
And the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand
You know too soon
There is no sense in trying!

They never did like mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn

Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
But me I expected it to happen

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Come to me, mama
Ease my money crisis now
I need something to support me

While Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin’ down.
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don’t know how to smile
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise

Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night

But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door

Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Baby, caught between heaven and hell

I’m a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my days
But something is going on here
And you don’t know what it is.
This is the story of the Hurricane.
Everybody must get stoned!

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering

The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
The sky too is fallin’ in over you
And it’s all over now, baby blue

I guess I’ll be leaving tomorrow
If I have to beg, steal or borrow.
The vows that we kept are now broken and swept
‘Neath the bed where we slept.

It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
Ain’t it clear?

the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm

What about us? The Coasters – lyrics about inequality from the 50s.

While I was discussing inequality I was reminded of this great song by the Coasters. It seems to sum it up for me. A great deal of humour applied to a real tragedy.

 

COASTERS

What About Us

He’s got a house made of glass
Got his own swimming pool (what a gas)
We’ve got a one-room shack
Five by six by the railroad track (well)

What about us
What about us
Don’t wanna cause no fuss
But what about us

He’s with a beautiful chick
Every night of the week (pretty slick)
We’re two poor hung up souls
Girls won’t touch with a 10-foot pole (well)

What about us
What about us
Don’t wanna cause no fuss
But what about us

He goes to eat at the Ritz
Big steaks (that’s the breaks)
We eat hominy grits
From a bag (what a drag)

He’s got a car made of suede
With a black leather top (got it made)
If we go out on dates
We go in a box on roller skates (well)

What about us
What about us
Don’t wanna cause no fuss
But what about us

He goes to eat at the Ritz
Big steaks (that’s the breaks)
We eat hominy grits
From a bag (what a drag)

He’s got a car made of suede
With a black leather top (got it made)
If we go out on dates
We go in a box on roller skates (well)

What about us
What about us
Don’t wanna cause no fuss
But what about us

What about us
What about us
What about us

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Peggy Seeger – I’M GONNA BE AN ENGINEER – Feminist lyrics analysis.

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Peggy Seeger was articulating the plight of women in our society. They were definitely second-class citizens. The song highlights how they were treated at all times. Verse by verse it goes through all the stages in which women were being subjugated, pushed aside, belittled and prevented from participating as equals.

This song was written back in the sixties. How far have we come?

I’M GONNA BE AN ENGINEER

When I was a little girl I wished I was a boy
I tagged along behind the gang and wore my corduroys.
Everybody said I only did it to annoy
But I was gonna be an engineer

Girls were not expected to be lively, boisterous and physical. If they were they were annoying Tom-boys.

Mamma said, “Why can’t you be a lady?
Your duty is to make me the mother of a pearl
Wait until you’re older, dear
And maybe you’ll be glad that you’re a girl.

Dainty as a Dresden statue, gentle as a Jersey cow,
Smooth as silk, gives cream and milk
Learn to coo, learn to moo
That’s what you do to be a lady, now.

They were expected to be decorative, dainty and lady-like. They had to know their place. They were there to get married and have babies. Strangely, just as with FGM it was the women who were the main perpetrators of this impotent image.

When I went to school I learned to write and how to read
History, geography and home economy
And typing is a skill that every girl is sure to need
To while away the extra time until the time to breed
And then they had the nerve to ask, what would I like to be?
I says, “I’m gonna be an engineer!”

Women didn’t need an education, weren’t expected to go for high-level careers, and were directed into the lowly jobs – catering, typing, assistants, shop attendants, receptionists – places where they could look pretty or do mundane, supporting roles.

“No, you only need to learn to be a lady
The duty isn’t yours, for to try to run the world
An engineer could never have a baby
Remember, dear, that you’re a girl”

If women showed great intellectual promise they were usually patronised and put down. It was considered unfeminine. They should shut up and know their places. Smart women were trouble.

She’s smart — for a woman.
I wonder how she got that way?
You get no choice, you get no voice
Just stay mum, pretend you’re dumb.
That’s how you come to be a lady, today.

Well, I started as a typist but I studied on the sly
Working out the day and night so I could qualify
And every time the boss came in, he pinched me on the thigh
Said, “I’ve never had an engineer!”
“You owe it to the job to be a lady
The duty of the staff is to give the boss a whirl
The wages that you get are crummy, maybe
But it’s all you get, ’cause you’re a girl”

Women had to work twice as hard, sometimes doing two jobs, in order to get on. They were treated as sexual objects. The bosses were often sexist pigs. They were expected not to protest.

Then Jimmy came along and we set up a conjugation
We were busy every night with loving recreation
I spent my days at work so he could get an education
And now he’s an engineer!

The prospective husbands were just as bad. They had been brought up in sexists environments where their Dad went to work and earned the money while Mum did all the menial housework. They expected their wives to know their place.

He said: “I know you’ll always be a lady
The duty of my darling is to love me all her life
Could an engineer look after or obey me?
Remember, dear, that you’re my wife!”

Back in those days men felt threatened by intelligent women and the idea of their spouse earning as much as them or having status left they more than uncomfortable.

As soon a Jimmy got a job, I studied hard again
Then busy at me turret-lathe a year or two, and then
The morning that the twins were born, Jimmy says to them
“Your mother was an engineer!”
“You owe it to the kids to be a lady
Dainty as a dish-rag, faithful as a chow
Stay at home, you got to mind the baby
Remember you’re a mother now!”

With parenthood the opportunities dried up with the washing up. There were babies to look after, chores to do. There was no time for a career.

Every time I turn around there’s something else to do
Cook a meal or mend a sock or sweep a floor or two
Listening to Jimmy Young – it makes me want to spew
I was gonna be an engineer.

The intellectual, quality time with adults, faded away. Your mind decayed.

I only wish that I could be a lady
I’d do the lovely things that a lady’s s’posed to do
I wouldn’t even mind if only they would pay me
Then I could be a person too.

What price for a woman?
You can buy her for a ring of gold,
To love and obey, without any pay,
You get a cook and a nurse for better or worse
You don’t need a purse when a lady is sold.

The life of a wife was one of slavery and penury. There was no equality to be found.

Oh, but now the times are harder and me Jimmy’s got the sack;
I went down to Vicker’s, they were glad o have me back.
But I’m a third-class citizen, my wages tell me that
But I’m a first-class engineer!

The boss he says “We pay you as a lady,
You only got the job because I can’t afford a man,
With you I keep the profits high as may be,
You’re just a cheaper pair of hands.”

Even if women managed to get into the work-place they were still second-class. Their pay reflected that.

You got one fault, you’re a woman;
You’re not worth the equal pay.
A bitch or a tart, you’re nothing but heart,
Shallow and vain, you’ve got no brain,

Women were portrayed as unreliable, emotional and hysterical. They gossiped, preened and were light-weight. Why would you employ one? They’d only cause trouble.

Well, I listened to my mother and I joined a typing pool
Listened to my lover and I put him through his school
If I listen to the boss, I’m just a bloody fool
And an underpaid engineer
I been a sucker ever since I was a baby
As a daughter, as a mother, as a lover, as a dear
But I’ll fight them as a woman, not a lady
I’ll fight them as an engineer!

Women have had to stand up and fight for their rights! That is a fight that is still not won. It won’t be until they had secured equal pay and have adequate child-care facilities and having children is not an impediment to their careers. They won’t be equal until they are no longer used as enticing sex objects to sell goods, their brains are fully recognised, they are equally represented in business and politics and they have the respect they deserve.

Looks like there’s a long way to go ladies!! A lot worth fighting for!!

Groundhogs – Sad is the Hunter – lyrics about man’s cruelty and how music is the saviour.

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This could be the theme tune for the anti-hunting league. I’m not sure if they’d appreciate such a heavy sounding song though.
The basic premise of the song is that cruelty is integral to humanity but that we can channel those primitive urges into music. We can rise above our barbarity.
I also believe that we can become better.
Sad is the Hunter
Thinking ’bout the prospects of the future,
Thinking ’bout conditions in the past.
Thinking ’bout the people in my own time,
How long their future’s gonna last.
Read about the Spanish inquisition,
Read about the witch-hunt’s of those days,
Things have only changed in outward appearance,
Cruelty is integral in man’s ways.
For we all applaud the surgeon,
saving lives and mending limbs,
Does he use his latent sadism,
For his work is pretty grim. .
Hunting is the vehicle for some men,
To satisfy their baser needs,
Sport is the label for this depravity,
A distortion of the need to feed.
Innocents should never have to suffer,
With their lives for the pleasure of the few,
An alternative is always available,
look at it from a different view.
This decade has seen a new way,
To curb this unfortunate trait,
Let music be the hunter,
and keep your conscience straight.

Bob Dylan – Subterranean Homesick Blues – lyrics straight out of Beat stream of consciousness.

This song was a major departure for Bob and a completely different sound to anyone had ever heard before.

He left the Folk behind and went electric and did it in style. This was no mere amplification; this was a complete new sound to go with his new type of lyrics.

He kept the same story-telling but this Bob was cool, sharp, hip and raging with energy. You could see the electricity scorching through him. He was wired. At this moment he was way ahead of the game; the coolest thing on Earth, complete with hair, shades, tight pants and polka dot shirt. He blew everyone away.

Not only that but the lyrics represented a new standard. They poured out in an endless stream of poetry. It was the underworld, the alternative culture with a voice from the basement of society. Dylan was the Beat outsider exploding with that same Kerouac fire and Ginsberg fury. He’d taken the Beat philosophy and put it to music; loud, raucous Rock Music.

This was the birth of the alternative sixties.

Dylan put the Civil Rights and Anti-war protest behind him He’d done his job and raised our consciousness, now he tapped into the subconscious and let it flow; gave it full rein, and flow it did. It spat and pulsed.

This was the ultimate anti-establishment tirade.

One of my favourite songs of all-time. It burned with meaning.

WOW!!!

 

Bob Dylan – Subterranean Homesick Blues Lyrics

Johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he’s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doing it again
You better duck down the alleyway
Lookin’ for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
But you only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin’ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A.
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don’t try “No Doz”
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t want to be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
‘Cause the vandals took the handles

Nick Harper – Simple – Lyrics of profound simplicity. This is how life should be!!

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Nick is a genius on guitar, vocals and lyrics. The message is simple – we can make this world a wonderful place, learn to be nice to each other, be peaceful and happy – or we can be nasty, intolerant, callous, hate-filled bastards.

It’s simple.

Simple

Simple

Simple

No drums, no bass,
No style, nice easy pace,
Simple

Same chords, different order,
Nothing to declare at the border,
Simple

Same cut, same chase,
Same old shoes, same old face,
Simple
Simple

Same faults, same flaws,
Do re mi, and that’s all,
Simple
Simple

I’ve got everything I need
I’ve got everything I need
I’ve got everything I need
And more…

Glass of wine, laugh at a joke,
A good time down the line, if it ain’t broke,
Simple
Simple

Acoustic guitar, and a kiss on the cheek,
Edited highlights of the week,
Simple
Simple

Food, clothing, shelter,
Simple
Simple

Life, the universe and everything,
Simple
Simple

We’ve got everything we need
We’ve got everything we need
We’ve got everything we need
And more…

No symbol, no logo, no product placement,
No market, no how, no no no no no no no,
Simple

No enticing jiggerycakery,
No icing from the bakery,
Simple
Simple

One, two, three,
Simple
Simple

Life, the universe and everything,
Simple
Simple

We’ve got everything we need
We’ve got everything we need
We’ve got everything we need
And more…

Simple
Simple
Simple
Simple
Simple
Simple
Simple
Simple
Simple
Simple
Simple
Simple
Simple
Simple

Woody Guthrie – Lyrics with meaning. The age old problem of the exploitation of migrant workers. The inequality of the planet and callous disregard when it comes to profits.

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Woody Guthrie was a champion of the underdog. He stood for fairness and equality against the exploitative bosses and racists. He stood on the picket lines and wrote songs that highlighted the callous indifference of bosses who used peoples poverty, misery and hopelessness to enhance their huge wealth.

Deportee was Woody’s song about the terrible plight of the poor Mexican wetbacks.

These poor people had no work or future in Mexico. They risked their lives crossing the Rio Grande and walking for days through the deserts in order to toil in the fields picking crops for a pittance.

After being worked to the bone they were shipped back to Mexico. They were cheap labour to be discarded when it became inconvenient.

One flight of migrant workers being deported back to Mexico crashed killing all on board. The crash hardly raised a headline. They were merely deportees.

Woody questioned the morality of how we are running the world. So that the rich can get richer and the poor kept in abject poverty so they can be exploited for cheap labour. Is this the way to create a society? To treat the desperate as criminals whose lives are cheap?

There’s a better way, a fairer way. We can solve world poverty and create a better system.

We can address the world overpopulation that is the driver behind most of the world’s problems and environmental destruction.

Woody gave them names. He highlighted the fact that they were human beings with dignity who were forced by circumstance to risk their lives again and again.

Deportee
(also known as “Plane Wreck at Los Gatos”)
Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Martin Hoffman

The crops are all in and the peaches are rott’ning,
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
They’re flying ’em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won’t have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be “deportees”

My father’s own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the truck till they took down and died.

Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract’s out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died ‘neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says, “They are just deportees”

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except “deportees”?

Ian Dury – You’ll See Glimpses – Ian’s vision of utopia. Let’s hope we can make it come true.

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Poetic genius with complete disregard for decorum or audience. Ian wrote what he wanted and created the most outrageous, delightful and extreme lyrics.

He couldn’t really sing but was perfect to front the blockheads. He was colourful, extraordinary and an individual. Combining vaudeville clowning and zany props he created a live act that was unique. Nobody else pulled scarves out of their mouth, blew whistles and devested themselves of articles of clothing quite like Ian. He was a one off.

This song is a vision of utopia. It’s a bit tongue in cheek but none the less conveys a great deal of truth and beauty. I’d like to live in that world. It’s a million miles from Punk and yet, somehow, has all that Punk attitude. It’s delivered in a way that only Ian could pull off. A gem.

He took the energy of Punk, sensitivity and taste of an artist, playfulness of a poet and created something completely different. We miss you Ian!

You’ll See Glimpses – Ian Dury

You’ll see.

They think I’m off my crust as I creep about the caff.
But I’m really getting ready to surprise them all,
Because I’m busy sorting out the problems of the world.
And when I reveal all I may get a crinkly mouth.
I’ve given my all to the task at hand unstintingly.
When it’s all over I’ll rest on my laurels.

Here for a moment is a glimpse of my plan:
All the kids will be happy learning things.
The wind will smell of wild flowers.
Nobody will whack each other about with nasty things.
All the room in the world.

They take me for a mug because I smile.
They think I’m too out of tune to mind being patronised.
All in all, it’s been another phase in my chosen career,
And when my secrets are out they’ll bite their silly tongues.
All I want for my birthday is another birthday.
When skies are blue we all feel the benefit.

Glimpse Number 2 for the listener.
Everyone will feel useful in lovely ways.
Trees will be firmly rooted in town and country.
Illness and despair will be dispensed with.
All the room in the world.

They ask me if I’ve had the voices yet.
They don’t think I know any true answers.
It’s true that I haven’t quite finished yet.
When it all comes out in the wash they’ll eat their words.
I’ve got all their names and addresses.
Later on I’ll write them each a thank-you letter.

Before I stop, here’s a last glimpse into the general future.
Home rule will exist in each home, forever.
Every living thing will be another friend.
This wonderful state of affairs will last for always.

This has been got out by a friend.

Read more: Ian Dury & The Blockheads – You’ll See Glimpses Lyrics | MetroLyrics

James Varda – May This Moment Ever Glow – Beautiful poetic lyrics that speak of love of the moment in which all life is gathered.

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James has captured something of the mysticism of life in this delicate song. The value of each precious second and the beauty in those perfect moments when all of life is ensconced in the essence of an immaculately magic instant that, throughout all the change, will last forever.

They are moments shared, captured in our memories, and will go on in ever increasing ripples to touch us all with their glow.

Chance and Time is full of that majesty of touch, that chemistry of words, as the vital substance of life and love is crystallised in language and music.

It glows for me.

May This Moment Ever Glow

A bright moon in a May sky

And the air hung with lilac

From a chimney pot

A blackbird sings 

The last song of twilight

Though the air will colder grow

And frost will glaze the garden hoe

And one day it will snow

May this moment ever glow

A summer wood reveals the truth

No beginning, no end, only change

From the treetop

A white admiral glides

To the light on the floor of the glade

Though the cold north wind will blow

And one by one the beach huts go

And one day it will snow

May this moment ever glow

Some days, are full of light

Some days, are hard to bear

Most days, are somewhere, in between

Take them all as gifts

Make of them what you can

A sparrow hit the window pane

Dropped to the ground without a sound

Cupped in your hands

With your sweet breath

It flickered, it fluttered and it flew

Though shadows soon will be cast low

And August seem a long time ago

And one day it will snow

May this moment ever glow

 

Bob Marley – Small Axe – Lyrics concerning the establishment and their inevitable fall.

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The world has a number of arrogant, greedy people who selfishly believe they are better than everyone else, deserve a bigger slice and are prepared to lay waste to the world to get it.

They plunder and destroy without thought to the cost.

They have no feelings for the wild-life, environmental destruction or human tragedy their leave in their wake. All that matters is their own wealth, power, pleasure and opulence.

They will cost us all the planet if we let them.

Bob’s song is about their inevitable downfall. They need putting in their place. They are digging a pit for themselves. They need chopping down and putting in it!

My weapons are my words!

“Small Axe”
Why boasteth thyself
Oh, evil men
Playing smart
And not being clever?
I said, you’re working iniquity
To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so)
But the goodness of Jah, Jah
I-dureth for-I-ver

So if you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down

These are the words
Of my master, keep on tellin’ me
No weak heart
Shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, fall in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (… fall in it)

If you are the big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe, sharp and ready
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down

(To cut you down)

(To cut you down)

These are the words
Of my master, tellin’ me that
No weak heart
Shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, uh, bury in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall bury in it, uh (… bury in it)

If you are the big, big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
If you are the big, big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
Sharpened …