Better To Die On Your Feet Than Live On Your Knees 歌词

Stooped in the dark Chained to your neighbour Feeding from the master's trough The very products of your labour Squirm through the muck And worship as taught Sucking the tit of capitalists Bereft of independent thought But then the rays of light up high Your face is raised towards the sky Struggle to stand and straighten your back Reaching for hope while all around you whips crack Better to die on your feet, than live on your knees Proletariats clasping shoulders Brothers and sisters forsaking their owners Mass revolt as working class stretch Shaking off years of wrongful debt Better to die on your feet Cut down while marching in the street Better to die free Than subjugated on your knees