6 acessos
Sick of oppression, hunger and lies
Taking control of their own lives
Sick of the poverty and living in shit
Taking the action to get rid of the rich
Seizing the factories, seizing the land
Getting off their knees and taking a stand
Workers' militia formed to defend
Gains of the people until the end
People are fighting, there's a whole world to win
Fucking rich bastards get their heads kicked in
This ain't some fucking punk band's wet dream
It's fucking reality in 1918
It happened right here, here in these streets
See the bullet holes down by my feet
Never forget those who fought to be free
Never forget 1918
People like you, people like me
People fighting to be free
People like you, people like me
Making their dreams reality