It was black as night at 5 AM that cold December morning
Dawn arrived to find the glorious sons of Freedom dead.
A foul assassin's band that numbered 14 vicious killers
Like jackals used the darkness when they came to murder Fred.
Now they're taking off their masks, we can see the faces they've hidden
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
The bullet-riddled bodies of Mark Clark and poor Fred Hampton
See the killers'smiling faces as they carry them away.
They had papers in their hands that the Judge had put his mark on
Said that they might search for guns and other contraband.
But they were used by madmen; made licenses to murder
Now fascist hordes of Hell have now been loosed upon our land
Now they're taking off their masks, we can see the faces they've hidden
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
The bullet-riddled bodies of Mark Clark and poor Fred Hampton
See the killeresmiling faces as they carry them away.
There was John and there was Bob and there was Martin Luther
All brave young men whose love for brotherhood was understood.
Madmen in their violence cannot hush the voice of truth now.
Nor can their evil ever really triumph over good.
Now they're taking off their masks, we can see the faces they've hidden
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
The bullet-riddled bodies of Mark Clark and poor Fred Hampton
See the killers' smiling faces as they carry them away.
All freedom-loving children, you must be ready to do battle
Against the tyrants that control the cruel wars they make.
To win the fight for peace we must stop their cedeit now
The world must have a future and our liberty's at stake.
Well we're taking off our masks, we're crying "Power to the People!"
We're holding up our guns, we will charge the barricades.
Sing a battle cry for freedom, keep the mighty legion marching
The tide is swiftly turning, and new history's being made.
Dawn arrived to find the glorious sons of Freedom dead.
A foul assassin's band that numbered 14 vicious killers
Like jackals used the darkness when they came to murder Fred.
Now they're taking off their masks, we can see the faces they've hidden
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
The bullet-riddled bodies of Mark Clark and poor Fred Hampton
See the killers'smiling faces as they carry them away.
They had papers in their hands that the Judge had put his mark on
Said that they might search for guns and other contraband.
But they were used by madmen; made licenses to murder
Now fascist hordes of Hell have now been loosed upon our land
Now they're taking off their masks, we can see the faces they've hidden
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
The bullet-riddled bodies of Mark Clark and poor Fred Hampton
See the killeresmiling faces as they carry them away.
There was John and there was Bob and there was Martin Luther
All brave young men whose love for brotherhood was understood.
Madmen in their violence cannot hush the voice of truth now.
Nor can their evil ever really triumph over good.
Now they're taking off their masks, we can see the faces they've hidden
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
They don't seem any more to care to play at masquerades.
The bullet-riddled bodies of Mark Clark and poor Fred Hampton
See the killers' smiling faces as they carry them away.
All freedom-loving children, you must be ready to do battle
Against the tyrants that control the cruel wars they make.
To win the fight for peace we must stop their cedeit now
The world must have a future and our liberty's at stake.
Well we're taking off our masks, we're crying "Power to the People!"
We're holding up our guns, we will charge the barricades.
Sing a battle cry for freedom, keep the mighty legion marching
The tide is swiftly turning, and new history's being made.
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Album: "Bob Gibson"
Written by Bob Gibson & Marion Fisher
Pubblicato su Broadside #108
Dedicata a Fred Hampton, leader delle Black Panthers, e alla sua guardia del corpo Mark Clark, uccisi a tradimento nel sonno da agenti dell'FBI a Chicago il 4 dicembre 1969. Vedere anche No More e Citazione da George L. Jackson.