| Song | 1915 |
| Artist | Anti-Flag |
| Album | The General Strike |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:20.53] | In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician, |
| [00:25.40] | Scrawled in spite across the envelope |
| [00:27.65] | With all of our conviction. |
| [00:30.09] | In only took a few hours for his peers |
| [00:32.65] | To find him guilty in a trail too fair, |
| [00:35.19] | A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place among the living. |
| [00:40.16] | My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce. |
| [00:48.23] | Murdered by the capitalist, |
| [00:50.23] | November 1915 be careful of what you wish. |
| [00:53.17] | Who is wrong and who is righteous? |
| [00:54.73] | |
| [00:57.74] | What was stolen from us we will replace, |
| [01:00.43] | Off with the head on the body we feast, |
| [01:02.99] | Who is wrong and who is righteous, |
| [01:05.31] | Will never be our own decision. |
| [01:19.62] | |
| [01:28.31] | He yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beating. |
| [01:33.02] | Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing: |
| [01:38.04] | “My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce, |
| [01:42.84] | And let the breezes blow my dust to where some flowers grow. |
| [01:47.59] | Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again. |
| [01:52.71] | |
| [02:27.60] | If the workers take a notion, |
| [02:30.35] | They can stop all speeding trains, |
| [02:33.35] | Every ship upon the ocean. |
| [02:36.15] | They can tie with mighty chains |
| [02:39.08] | Every wheel in the creation, |
| [02:41.87] | Every mine and every mill. |
| [02:44.79] | Fleets and armies of all nations |
| [02:47.29] | Will at our command stand still. |
| [00:20.53] | In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician, |
| [00:25.40] | Scrawled in spite across the envelope |
| [00:27.65] | With all of our conviction. |
| [00:30.09] | In only took a few hours for his peers |
| [00:32.65] | To find him guilty in a trail too fair, |
| [00:35.19] | A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place among the living. |
| [00:40.16] | My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce. |
| [00:48.23] | Murdered by the capitalist, |
| [00:50.23] | November 1915 be careful of what you wish. |
| [00:53.17] | Who is wrong and who is righteous? |
| [00:54.73] | |
| [00:57.74] | What was stolen from us we will replace, |
| [01:00.43] | Off with the head on the body we feast, |
| [01:02.99] | Who is wrong and who is righteous, |
| [01:05.31] | Will never be our own decision. |
| [01:19.62] | |
| [01:28.31] | He yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beating. |
| [01:33.02] | Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing: |
| [01:38.04] | " My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce, |
| [01:42.84] | And let the breezes blow my dust to where some flowers grow. |
| [01:47.59] | Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again. |
| [01:52.71] | |
| [02:27.60] | If the workers take a notion, |
| [02:30.35] | They can stop all speeding trains, |
| [02:33.35] | Every ship upon the ocean. |
| [02:36.15] | They can tie with mighty chains |
| [02:39.08] | Every wheel in the creation, |
| [02:41.87] | Every mine and every mill. |
| [02:44.79] | Fleets and armies of all nations |
| [02:47.29] | Will at our command stand still. |
| [00:20.53] | In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician, |
| [00:25.40] | Scrawled in spite across the envelope |
| [00:27.65] | With all of our conviction. |
| [00:30.09] | In only took a few hours for his peers |
| [00:32.65] | To find him guilty in a trail too fair, |
| [00:35.19] | A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place among the living. |
| [00:40.16] | My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce. |
| [00:48.23] | Murdered by the capitalist, |
| [00:50.23] | November 1915 be careful of what you wish. |
| [00:53.17] | Who is wrong and who is righteous? |
| [00:54.73] | |
| [00:57.74] | What was stolen from us we will replace, |
| [01:00.43] | Off with the head on the body we feast, |
| [01:02.99] | Who is wrong and who is righteous, |
| [01:05.31] | Will never be our own decision. |
| [01:19.62] | |
| [01:28.31] | He yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beating. |
| [01:33.02] | Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing: |
| [01:38.04] | " My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce, |
| [01:42.84] | And let the breezes blow my dust to where some flowers grow. |
| [01:47.59] | Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again. |
| [01:52.71] | |
| [02:27.60] | If the workers take a notion, |
| [02:30.35] | They can stop all speeding trains, |
| [02:33.35] | Every ship upon the ocean. |
| [02:36.15] | They can tie with mighty chains |
| [02:39.08] | Every wheel in the creation, |
| [02:41.87] | Every mine and every mill. |
| [02:44.79] | Fleets and armies of all nations |
| [02:47.29] | Will at our command stand still. |