GO!!!!
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious—makes you so sick at heart—that you can't take part
You can't even passively take part. And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop
And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!
Let's go!
Are you ready for the fight?
Shut! It! Down!
Go!
His name was Tresco, but he wore a black suit, a black bowler hat and a string tie with an umbrella and briefcase and looked like a banker
He walked down where they were hiding in the doorway and suddenly he started to yell: “Help! Help! Help! I've been robbed! Help! I've been robbed!”
Everybody ran across the street: “What's the matter? What's the matter?” As soon as he got the crowd together he yelled: “I've been robbed by the capitalist system, fellow workers!”
He talked to them for ten minutes, and then the boys would leap out and start singing, and this is what they were singing:
