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Talkin' Compensation

"Harry and the brothers.  We owe ya!"

'34

Stand fast fellas! Sir Harry made the call
The bosses were coming to the harbor
An injury to one is an injury to all
Later two men fell by the union hall

You can call us red you can laugh as we fall
Tomorrow we'll be back for more
An injury to one is an injury to all
Said the brothers, the brothers of '34

Money and the mayor police and the press
Shippers and fascists of the great west
30,000 feathers in the Governor's nest
Two dead, one red were laid to rest

Coppers and hellions
Guards in batallions
There to submit to their lord
There to shatter the rebellion
For the god of '34

Bullies and brokers
And blood-sucking jokers
There to submit to their lord
He was the working man soaker
The god of '34

They tried to call us red
They tried to make us crawl
They killed two men at the union hall
An injury to one is an injury to all
You can shoot us dead
You can laugh as we fall

Tens of thousands up and down Market Street
Saw the bodies draped in blackness
Tyranny suppression went down to defeat
Soon after the brothers were laid to rest

Shoot us dead Shoot us dead
Shoot us dead Laugh as we fall
Shoot us dead Shoot us in the head
Injure one You injure all

Shoot us dead Shoot us in the head
Shoot us dead Laugh as we fall
Shoot us dead Shoot us in the head
Injure one You injure all

Injure one You injure all
Injure one You injure all
Injure one You injure all
Injure one You injure all

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