The Haymarket Affair

They need us more than we need them
You can’t trust villainous cowards who hide in the sun
I can’t either
They aren’t gonna believe us when we get back

You know they don’t care about you
You've misplaced your trust too
If you let them, they’ll let you down
But given the chance would you let me drown?

I’m in your hands

Cuz they’re coming after me
With their phony apologies
So it’s all come down to this
How will they find us with clenched fists, well resist

They aren’t gonna believe us when we get back (we’re not going back)