A folk song--written in the late 1980s--about the way the U.S. corporate state exploits working-class peoople, violates human rights, threatens world peace at home and abroad, and blocks the democratization of U.S. society and working-class liberation.
(chorus)
Fight, fight, fight
Fight the corporate state
Fight, fight, fight
Before it is too late.
(verses)
They only hold power if we're on our knees
They exploit our labor and own our machines
Their world is our prison, their guards hold our chains
They shot down Fred Hampton on one wintry day. (chorus)
They lie to confuse us, they speak with forked tongues
They play in their mansions, yet dare talk of love
Their world is our cage, their banks hold our pain
They shot down George Jackson on one summer day. (chorus)
They murder by thousands our comrades afar
They starve by the millions the colonized poor
Their world is our hell, but we shall arise
And bring down the corporate beasts in their prime. (chorus)
The new world that's coming, they try to destroy
Their nuclear missiles are fully deployed
Arise and march forward, workers of the world
We got the numbers and just need the will. (chorus)