There's a cry you can hear from the streets outside
and a knock on the door and a face to hide
and you know you can't get caught tonight
cos the firing squad's in town
But you let them in, it's the rules of the game
and in your place they'd do the same
help each other but don't ask names
you can't tell what you don't know

The resistance is building tho we're hid
and the stories are spreading bout what we did
it began with our parents, will go to our kids
cos we ain't gonna take this no more
We've got our weapons and armour stored
cos we've had enough of being ignored
Death may be the price, but freedom's the reward
cos we won't be slaves no more.

You lie awake afraid ev'ry night
cos you know you don't have any rights
and torturing us is their delight
and killing us is fun
And evry morn you listen with dread
for the news of which of your friends is now dead
and you can't see the bullet that's aimed at your head
and there may be more than one

The bodies are mounting and piling high
They stretch from the ground to touch the sky
We can fight or we can wait to die
What a choice we get.
Our lives are an endless mess of pain
we watch them swirling in the drain
whatever we do we never gain
We never can forget

Never forget what they have done
Never forget that they have won
Never forget that they turned out the sun
And the light has gone away.
Never forget inflicted weals
Never forget or start to heal
Never forget our fate is sealed
And that is how we'll stay.

But we can choose to just give in
Or we can choose to fight again
And even if we do not win
At least we will have tried.
And our kids will talk and say
About the deeds we did today
And they'll go on and win someday
And sing of how we died.

And we will live forever then
And we will ne'er be slaves again
Fear will be beyond our ken
And it will be worthwhile.
We will not live in disgrace
We will fight for a better place
We will not just hide our face
And one day we will smile.

The resistance is building tho we're hid
and the stories are spreading bout what we did
it began with our parents, will go to our kids
cos we ain't gonna take this no more
We've got our weapons and armour stored
cos we've had enough of being ignored
Death may be the price, but freedom's the reward
cos we won't be slaves no more.