You can take my child you can take my wife
you can fill my days with toil and strife
you can fill the air with burning fear
but you may not have noticed that I'm still here
You can point your gun right at my head
bring in your scabs during strikes instead
you can count your money and raise a cheer
but you may not have noticed that I'm still here
break:
I'm still here and have no plan
to be treated as anything less than a man
an immigrant though I might be
I've tasted chains I shall be free
You can bury us in the cold cold ground
you can quiet us down when we make a sound
oppress our women with a smirk and leer
but you may not have noticed that we're still here
Some have bowed that come before
and some have fought their private war
soon you'll hear labor loud and clear
and know for certain that we're still here
break
verse 4