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The Grand Industrial Band Lyrics
Annie thought her husband was a half-wit
but she loved him
and she'd wring her hands every time he left for work
And when the Reds came through to form their union
they'd recruit him
Though he never said much he learned to stand his ground
Bow your heads and put your shovels down
The boss's men have come to smoke the union out
Fly by pistol
Fly by dynamite
Put your hands on what's yours by right
Raise your hands and join the blasting cloud
The boss's men have come to shut the union down
Fly by pistol
Fly by dynamite
or put your hands on what's yours by right
They shot him down at the edge of town
Oh yeah the Bossmen shot your husband down
Although we kept them fat for a thousand years
it's not enough that we
matched the coal-train mile for mile
Now we're to point our carts toward the gates to Hell
Unless the Grand Industrial Band
can lead us home again
Home again
but she loved him
and she'd wring her hands every time he left for work
And when the Reds came through to form their union
they'd recruit him
Though he never said much he learned to stand his ground
The boss's men have come to smoke the union out
Fly by pistol
Fly by dynamite
Put your hands on what's yours by right
Raise your hands and join the blasting cloud
The boss's men have come to shut the union down
Fly by pistol
Fly by dynamite
or put your hands on what's yours by right
Oh yeah the Bossmen shot your husband down
Although we kept them fat for a thousand years
it's not enough that we
matched the coal-train mile for mile
Now we're to point our carts toward the gates to Hell
Unless the Grand Industrial Band
can lead us home again
Home again
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