Tune: EIN FESTE BURG (“A Mighty Fortress Is Our God” because why should the revival hymns get all the better lyrics?)
A mighty force is workers’ power, when united ne’er failing
Protection strong amidst the flood of bourgeois ills prevailing
For still our cap’t’list foe does seek the workers’ woe
Their craft and power are great and armed with racist hate
Lone workers cannot equal
Did we in separate strengths confide, our striving would be losing
Were not our comrades at our side, in democratic choosing
Dost ask how we might win? By organizing in
Party and unions strong, to build this struggle long
For we must win the battle
Ruling ideas with wedges filled may threaten to undo us
They’ll not divide what we have built in solidarity truest
The bosses’ lackeys grim, we tremble not for them
Their rage we can endure, we can make their doom sure
Organized strong, we’ll fell them
Our working class above their powers: their gravedigger abideth
The means of all production ours, the work we do provideth
Let wage and bosses go, this poverty also
This exploitation kills; our class abideth still
Till class itself is ended
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