Mourn The Dead, Fight Like Hell For

But In Shimabukuro's Hands, As He Breaks Out Experimental Jazz, Lays Down A Steady Blues Train, Or Shreds On Rock Anthems, This Little Jumping Flea Becomes A Melodic Monster.

What One State Could Not Get Alone, What One Miner Against A Powerful Corporation Could Not Achieve, Can Be Achieved By The Union.

Freedom For The Working Class!

You Must Stand For Free Speech In The Streets.

If They Want To Hang Me, Let Them. And On The Scaffold I Will Shout Freedom For The Working Class!