[Roscoe]

Listen, comrades, have you forgotten
the lies we embraced,
the lies that offered us dugs
full of milk
to soothe our anger
and embalm our wisdom?
Have you forgotten, comrade,
the finger of scorn we pointed
at comrades who shook us from sleep
and told us a big job was waiting
and sang the wonders
of the workers' fatherland?
Gone now, all gone, brother,
gone now the lies
the beautiful lies
the red white and blue lies—
nothing left us but this hunger
nothing left us but this hate
nothing left us but these hands
and a job that's tired of waiting....

Nothing to lose anymore, comrade,
nothing to lose but our chains!