They stole a few elections Still we the people won We voted out corruption and Big corporations We voted for an end to war New direction We ain't gonna stop now Until our job is done Come on all good workers This year is our time Now there some folks in Washington Who cares what's on our minds Come one-come all voters Let's all vote next time Show 'em which side are you on now Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? 30 years of diggin' Got us in this hole The curse of reaganomics Has finally taken it's toll Lord knows the free market Is anything but free It costs dearly to the planet And the likes of you and me I don't need those money lenders Suckin' on my tit A little socialism Don't scare me one bit! We could do a whole lot worse Than Europe or Canada C'mon Mr. President C'mon Congress, make the law Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? They say in Orleans parish There are no neutrals there There's just too much misery There's too much despair America, who are we? Now our innocence is gone Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Too many stories written Out in black and white C'mon people of privilege It's time to join the fight Are we living in the shadow of slavery Or are we moving on? Tell me which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on, boys? Which side are you on? Which side are you on, boys? Which side are you on? Which side are you on, boys? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? My mother was a feminist She taught me to see That the road to ruin is paved With patriarchy So, let the way of the women Guide democracy From plunder and pollution Let mother earth be free Feminism ain't about women No, that's not who it is for It's about a shifting consciousness That'll bring an end to war So listen up, you fathers Listen up, you sons Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? So are we just consumers Or are we citizens? Are we gonna make more garbage Or are we gonna make amends? Are you part of the solution Or are you part of the con? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on?

Our father was a union man, Some day I'll be one too. The bosses fired daddy, What's our family gonna do? Come all you good workers, Good news to you I'll tell Of how the good old union Has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? My dady was a miner, And I'm a miner's son, And I'll stick with the union 'Til every battle's won. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? They say in Harlan County There are no neutrals there. You'll either be a union man Or a thug for J. H. Blair. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Oh workers can you stand it? Oh tell me how you can? Will you be a lousy scab Or will you be a man? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Don't scab for the bosses, Don't listen to their lies. Us poor folks haven't got a chance Unless we organize. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on?

You might be a young man with the mountain in his step In search of El Dorado, but you haven't found it yet Or you might be an old man with his whole life at his back And you can hear eternity whispering down the track Or maybe you're a woman, or just about to be And you can feel the generations swimming in your sea But you know that it's coming, as surely as the dawn The battle for the future, baby, which side are you on? Come on come on come on if you're coming Come on come on come on Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side are you on? Come on come on come on if you're coming Battle lines are drawn Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side - which side are you on? Which side? The corporations attacking The natural world - drilling and fracking All done with the backing of the craven and corrupt Or the ones who fight For the Earth with all their might And in the name of all that's right Confront and disrupt There's a restlessness out in the street there's a question in the air How long if this theft goes on will our country still be here? People know the game is rigged even as they play They see their expectations slowly slip away They've got subsidies for billionaires, there's a bailout for the banks A monopoly on medicine, and a sale on armored tanks The whole damned country's being sold - out that revolving door Between Washington and Wall Street like it's one big Dollar Store Come on come on come on if you're coming Come on come on come on Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side are you on? Come on come on come on if you're coming Battle lines are drawn Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side - which side are you on? Which side? The bankers and their special friends Who rob you time and again Who like to pretend they're the only game in town Or the people who Hope with everything they do They can build something new And turn this world around Who owns the elections? Who profits either way? Who ends up with all that money politicians pay? To be the fearless leader, to put themselves across To be the one entrusted with the profit and the loss You try hard to believe that when you cast your vote it counts But elections are won with money in ever larger amounts Take the money out of politics and maybe we might see This country turn back into something more like democracy Come on come on come on if you're coming Come on come on come on Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side are you on? Come on come on come on if you're coming Battle lines are drawn Come on come on come on if you're coming Which side - which side are you on?

Well, I've walked these streets A virtual stage, it seemed to me Makeup on their faces Actors took their places next to me Well, I've walked these streets In a carnival of sights to see All the cheap thrill seekers The vendors and the dealers, they crowded around me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Well, I've walked these streets In a spectacle of wealth and poverty In the diamond market the scarlet welcome carpet That they just rolled out for me And I've walked these streets In the madhouse asylum they can be Where a wild eyed misfit prophet on a traffic island stopped And he raved of saving me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Have I been wrong, have I been wise To shut my eyes and play along Hypnotized, paralyzed By what my eyes have found By what my eyes have seen What they have seen Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival In that carnival (It's crazy, yeah) (Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized) (By what my eyes have found?) (By what my eyes have found) (In that great street carnival)

Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world's gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Going down picking when it's harvest time, Gonna get my share, gonna get what's mine for me. Sun is a-blazing down but I don't mind; I'm picking, I'm digging, it's harvest time for me. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Ole sweet tooth aching in my head, Gonna fill my belly to the brim, oh yes indeed! Hive is a-buzzing in a hollow tree And I don't care if I gotta kill a little honeybee. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world is gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Pumpin' and a-suckin' till the well is dry, Nobody's booming in these busted times like me. Down in Texas where the cattle don't roam Oil is a-dripping and the savings and loans, they bleed. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Papa came along and he shook the tree; Down came a bushel and a peck for me. Papa shooed away all the honeybees. Papa dug a well and it flowed for me. Papa caught the mother-lode fish for me. Papa set a fire and it burned for me. Papa put a skillet in the flame to fry; Papa filled this little silver spoon of mine. Papa said the Lord took a shine to me. Papa said I gotta set the whole world free. Papa said how it's gonna be.

Griselda is greedy, I'm sorry to say. She isn't contented with four meals a day, Like breakfast and dinner and supper and tea (I've had to put tea after supper-you see Why, don't you?) Griselda is greedy as greedy can be. She snoops about the larder For sundry small supplies, She breaks the little crusty bits Off rims of apple pies, She pokes the roast-potato-dish When Sunday dinner's done, And if there are two left in it Griselda snitches one; Cold chicken and cold cauliflower She pulls in little chunks- And when Cook calls: "What are you doing there?" Griselda bunks. Griselda is greedy. Well, that's how she feels, She simply can't help eating in-between meals, And always forgets what it's leading to, though The Doctor has frequently told her: "You know Why, don't you?" When the stomach-ache starts and Griselda says: "Oh!" She slips down to the dining-room When everyone's in bed, For cheese-rind on the supper-tray, And buttered crusts of bread, A biscuit from the biscuit-box, Lump sugar from the bowl, A gherkin from the pickle-jar, Are all Griselda's toll; She tastes the salted almonds, And she tries the candied fruits- And when Dad shouts: "Who is it down below?" Griselda scoots. Griselda is greedy. Her relatives scold, And tell her how sorry she'll be when she's old, She will lose her complexion, she's sure to grow fat, She will spoil her inside-does she know what she's at?- (Why do they?) Some people are greedy. Leave it at that.