For the first time After too many years of waiting It's a fine thing to see working people Stop celebrating The passive state in which they eke out life Accepting strife And gracious for it too We've stopped running Mothers and lovers Breaking out of years of passive living Always giving service to the lip of men Who've never given them The chance to serve themselves To stand their own And win a world they have a part in And now that's starting There an't no stoppin' what we can do Fan this fire An' we'll be turin' loose Police make crimes of picket lines And the working man He hasn't got the right To fight to save his living Then is given no choice Once young & old sat tight But now They fight to win a world they have a part in We bought their lies. Now stop! Realize! If we stop running, they can't chase us! Breaking backs, bones an' brandin' names Is turnin' loose these furious flames Fan the flames an' we'll be turnin' loose! A world is waiting. Quit waiting too You've got to take what they'll never give you The runnings stopped cos the penny's dropped Fan these flames an' we'll be turnin' loose!