I replace my god with a nation Then I realized that was mistaken Now I raise a flag that's red And quote the works of writers dead And gone But do they all just kid me on Are these just stories Am I wrong? It can't be wrong To sing the song Of workers rising from slumber Hume, Marx and Sartre Came to me in a dream And asked me what team I batted for While Foucault sat there laughing in the corner I stayed and discussed aid with Thomas Sankara While Angela Davis and Rosa Luxemburg held court I have seen the change that is coming at a pace Closer to standing than running But time to justice bends And so my friends We must march onwards and forwards It is not a hope but it should seem afar The noble cause and the beauty of The humble fight La lucha's might Is not but what we contribute Hume, Marx and Sartre Came to me in a dream And asked me what team I batted for While Foucault sat there laughing in the corner I stayed and discussed aid with Thomas Sankara While Angela Davis and Rosa Luxemburg held court La, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la