They Will Never Count Me Among The

But Now With The Living Conditions Deteriorating, And With The Sure Knowledge That We Are Slated For Destruction, We Have Been Transformed Into An Implacable Army Of Liberation

They Will Never Count Me Among The Broken Men.

I Met Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Engels And Mao When I Entered Prison And They Redeemed Me.

I'm Always Telling The Brothers Some Of Those Whites Are Willing To Work With Us Against The Pigs. All They Got To Do Is Stop Talking Honky. When The Races Start Fighting, All You Have Is One Maniac Group Against Another.

I Don't Want To Die And Leave A Few Sad Songs And A Hump In The Ground As My Only Monument. I Want To Leave A World That Is Liberated From Trash, Pollution, Racism, Nation-states, Nation-state Wars And Armies, From Pomp, Bigotry, Parochialism, A Thousand Different Brands Of Untruth And Licentious, Usurious Economics.