Seventy-six masked goons led the deportees With a hundred and ten HLS close at hand They were followed by rows and rows where guards delivered blows The cream of concentration camps
Seventy-six masked goons caught the morning sun With a hundred and ten FBI right behind There were more than a thousand Creeds Springing up like weeds There were kids of ev'ry shape and kind
There were automatic weapons in the SUV's Thundering, thundering, all along the way Double-bellied white power goons and big bastards Each bastard having his big fat say
There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery Thundering, thundering, louder than before Patriots of ev'ry size and trumpers who we all despise Arresting folks till they fit no more
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[TOWNSPEOPLE] Seventy-six prisoners hit the jail gate While a hundred and ten white guards blazed the way To the rhythm of "Harch! Harch! Harch!" All the folks began to march And they're marching farther every day.