Mourn The Dead, Fight Like Hell For

If They Want To Hang Me, Let Them. And On The Scaffold I Will Shout Freedom For The Working Class!

Mourn The Dead, Fight Like Hell For The Living

All The Average Human Being Asks Is Something He Can Call A Home; A Family That Is Fed And Warm; And Now And Then A Little Happiness; Once In A Long While An Extravagance.

I Would Fight God Almighty Himself If He Didn't Play Square With Me

Men's Hearts Are Cold. They Are Indifferent.