History’s not made

By presidents or popes

Or kings or queens or generals

Or CIA [bad word]  dope

History’s not made

By nine robed men

Or billionaires or bankers

It’s not made by them

 

Black Spartacus Heart Attack Machine

 

Might throw a little money ‘round

Wonderin’ who can be bought

Some might find they’re weaker

Some stronger than they thought

Well, I’ll stand or fall right here

In my country, in my home

I used to think I was alone

I ain’t alone no more

 

Black Spartacus Heart Attack Machine

 

Hollow box

Steel string

Union made

Let freedom ring

 

Me and my people are hungry

Me and my people are through

Me and my people are ready

Me and my people are just about due

I’m a massive air strike on a beautiful night

Yeah, this is my song I’m singin’

Somebody better start countin’
 [bad word]  out and [bad word]  out swingin’

 

Black Spartacus Heart Attack Machine