went to the rally to protest the state
and I started to burn a flag and demonstrate
and the cops stood idly by, but the party wouldn't abide
their thug protest Marshall socked me in the eye
we used to climb roofs and cranes loot on dumpsters and hop trains
till you bought their rag on the imperialist bourgeoisie
and you sold your youth the day you bought their truth
and now you're hawking worker's weekly, issue 3
you never seemed like the type to obey
and take directives from comrades everyday
you used to see their bullshit clear
and the vanguard was something we feared
back when party meant four bands and cheap beer
and your Stalinist revolution is just a fuckwit solution
another form of state-imposed hierarchy
and you sold your youth the day you bought their truth
and now you're hawking worker's weekly, issue 3
“revolution is just about to come
and for two dollars you can read about the fun
one paper at a time the party ladder I will climb
‘till state power and authority are mine”
yeah well I have imperialists but you turned equally fascist
and your papers won't do jack to get me free
and you sold your youth the day you bought their truth
and now you're hawking worker's weekly, issue 3


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Sectarian Communist Party Blues song meanings
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