In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician

Scrawled in spite across the envelope

With all of our conviction

It only took a few hours for his peers

To find him guilty in a trial too fair

A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place amongst the living

"My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce."

Murdered by the capitalist

1915 be careful of what you wish

Who is wrong and who is righteous?

What was stolen from us we will replace

Off with the head on the body we feast

Who is wrong and who is righteous

Will never be our own decision

He yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beating

Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing:

"My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce

And let the breezes blow to where some flowers grow

Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again"

If the workers take a notion

They can stop all speeding trains

Every ship upon the oceans

They can tie with mighty chains

Every wheel in the creation

Every mine and every mill

Fleets and armies of all nations

Will at our command stand still