Lift up your heads, O ye gates
And be ye lifted up, ye ever-livin' Black people
The King of glory shall come in
We've been sittin' in the dirt too long
And it seems we don't know when we're right or wrong
Arise and denote thyself right now
For the moon shall turn into blood
And the rivers turn into flood
And the sun will never shine
Remember we've been down here as slaves
And to get a little job you have to trim and shave
Your heaven becomes your grave Job
For the time of rights is now
And you don't have to ask me how
You've got to make a move
Every man on earth is a man
And every tub have to stand on its own bottom
No matter where you're from