Oooohh soon will the class war come, just as soon as the singin' is done
Cooome now and sing along, add your voices to the song
Oooohhh soon will the class war come, just as soon as the singin' is done
Cooome now and sing along, add your voices to the song
Everyone knows, Evil rises before the sun
That's just how it goes, so in the dark Jack grabbed his gun
A short train downtown then he ascended from the escalator
He was on a mission to kill that damned death trader!
It was dark and cold December morn
Jack needed something caffeinated and warm
Coffee in his cup, determination in his eyes
He marched off ready to deliver our villain their to their demise!
Oooohh soon will the class war come, just as soon as the singin' is done
Cooome now and sing along, add your voices to the song
Oooohhh soon will the class war come, just as soon as the singin' is done
Cooome now and sing along, add your voices to the song*
Jack made his way to the door
That's where a devil would die on the floor
Wearing a smile behind his mask
Everything was in place to finish his task
He scratched an itch with his trigger finger and the devil got his due
But our hero didn't linger, feet to the pedals and away he flew!
Other demons cried but the the people cheer
Death's minions hid yet the people never felt freer!
Oooohh soon will the class war come, just as soon as the singin' is done
Cooome now and sing along, add your voices to the song
Oooohhh soon will the class war come, just as soon as the singin' is done
Cooome now and sing along, add your voices to the song*
Handsome Jack left his mark: DELAY! DENY! DEPOSE!
With all that kindling it sure did spark: DELAY! DENY! DEPOSE!
Now we know those devils bleed just like rest of us: DELAY! DENY! DEPOSE!
Mimicry is a compliment paid by the best of us: DELAY! DENY! DEPOSE!
Where did he go, I won't say: DELAY! DENY! DEPOSE!
But he put on a show, and we've all got a role to play: DELAY! DENY! DEPOSE!
It's never easy but it can be fun, come now and do your part: DELAY! DENY! DEPOSE!
Don't be sad the singin' is done, this is just the start!
DELAY! DENY! DEPOSE!
I think I once heard Utah Phillips describe the IWW songwriting process as something to the effect of stealing the hymn tunes 'cause they're pretty and changing the lyrics so they made more sense.
Yo ho yo ho
I'll tell you a tale of a CEO
Ruining lives is how he made his gold
Millions a year or so I'm told
Yo ho yo ho
The devil himself said 'bout the CEO
This scurvy dog has got to go
So he gave a pistol to a young lad bold
And told him to go and claim him a soul
The scurvy soul of the CEO
Just sit right back And you'll hear a tale A tale of a fateful cap That started a December fourth Big Pharma guy got got Assassin mighty handsome man He had a trusty bike CEO went away that day For a final dirt nap, a final dirt nap
The fifth line is still wonky and leaky but I spent enough time writing that.