For too long cast aside, stripped of dignity, opportunity
Countless sleepless days in underestimation
But under these anxious, darkening leaves

No word goes unheard
And no deed is without compensation
When the workers come to collect their wages

Now the straw men are swaying in the distance
The have-nots calling in the listless wind
Whispering for retribution

Waiting for some voice to call them
From the bottom where you left them
So onward friends from our battered homes

Forward to the onrush of cast stones, crushed bones
And the gallows