Your words were boots Joe, boots in Lewisham br When black and white and yellow riot put down the Nazi scum, br And in Trafalgar Square in ninety-one br When the fury of our rainbow class put Thatcher on the run br Your words were firing like a gun Joe, firing like a gun. br br I heard your booming words echo br Through the streets of Prague- br when we shut the World Bank down br And you were roaring vengeance in Genoa br when we had to fight through gas br and bullets just to hold our ground br And when the many-headed future met in Florence br Everyone knew your name Joe br Your songs were all around.- br br And when the threw me in a cell Joe br I sang straight to hell Joe br And when they stood me up in court Joe br I hummed the Brixton guns Joe br br Oh Joe! when you got up to sing br It was a fist in a copper's face br It was a pitchfork in a landlord's neck br It was a bullet in a contra's gut br It was an arrow in the eye of a general br It was a kick in the balls for the rich.