Marxist Blues

I wish that I had possession o'er my days I wish that I was free in all my ways But I know that it's a lie And I know I'll work until I die Guess that I have seen some things I seen the folks who buy their love with rings I seen the people out there on the street Carrying their shoes while walking in bare feet I... I seem to think there's a way out I don't see where it could be about But I'll be free, mark my words, someday And I'll be far, far away I...