From a pious west
To the wooded north
Where the real freaks live
In the east
They're beating out a line
They’re kicking in a hole
They're beating out a line
Kicking in a hole
In the sides of the brazen bull
A calf of gold
Champagne bath half-full
Dignity or toil
Syndicate or gang
Rose and thorn
Not all of them on pills
A chant from the end of the bar
Being reborn
In this soil, in this ground
The Michigan hammers
Are on their way
A chant from the end of the bar
Not all of them on pills
Break apart the surface lot
What's been torn down
Can be rebuilt
What has been rebuilt
Can be destroyed
Off the coast of Veracruz
They threw them overboard
Some made it to shore
What a hardy mule
To work without reward
Carrying the load
Till they drop amongst the stones
They sleep beneath the waves
Extraction of a life for debt
Extraction of a life for debt
Michigan hammers
Michigan hammers
Michigan hammers
Michigan hammers
Beating out a line
Kicking in a hole
In the side
Brazen bull
Calf of gold
Dignity or toil
