I Have Never Had A Vote, And

Life Comes To The Miners Out Of Their Deaths, And Death Out Of Their Lives

Freedom For The Working Class!

Your Ancestors Fought For You To Have A Share In That Institution Over There. It's Yours. See The School Board, And Every Friday Night Hold Your Meetings There. Have Your Wives Clean It Up Saturday Morning For The Children To Enter Monday. Your Organization Is Not A Praying Institution. It's A Fighting Institution. It's An Educational Institution Along Industrial Lines. Pray For The Dead And Fight Like Hell For The Living!

I Am Not Unaware That Leaders Betray, And Sell Out, And Play False.

But In Shimabukuro's Hands, As He Breaks Out Experimental Jazz, Lays Down A Steady Blues Train, Or Shreds On Rock Anthems, This Little Jumping Flea Becomes A Melodic Monster.