Haymarket by The Wages of Sin Lyrics

Well my name it is Sean Corden
I'm an Éire's man
I went down to the Haymarket
With an iron bar in my hand

We [?] 'til you
Entered the KOL
Some bastard chucked a fire bomb
And blew the cops to hell

Blew the cops to hell
He blew the cops to hell
Some bastard chucked a fire bomb
And blew the cops to hell

The coppers fired their rifles
And smoke into the air
Blood ran down the cobblestones
And filled Haymarket Square

And in the smoke and madness
A copper punched my chin
I hit him with my iron bar
And he won't get up again
Won't get up again
He won't get up again
I hit him with my iron bar
And he won't get up again

The papers called us traitors
And the papers called us threats
Just because we want a decent wage
To keep our families fed

The jury was a travesty
The trial was a joke
And Parsons, Spies, and Engel
And Fischer got the rope

Fischer got the rope
Yeah, Fischer got the rope
Parsons, Spies, and Engel
And Fischer got the rope

Well my name it is Sean Corden
I'm an Éire's man
I went down to the Haymarket
'Cause it's time to take a stand

They can beat us, they can shoot us
But they'll never understand
In the end they cannot break me
I'm a goddamn union man
Goddamn union man
I'm a goddamn union man
In the end they cannot break me
I'm a goddamn union man

In the end they cannot break me
I'm a goddamn union man