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Mother
Warriors
"Fight-Back" Songs
Songs free and available for use by
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Warriors
(Sung to the tune
of "Tavern in the Town")
Welfare Warriors Song
When Welfare Warriors come to town, come to
town
There's help for the mothers who
are down, who are down
They all take
aim at the bureaucrats in power,
Who
duck, hide, run away and cower!
(Chorus)
Goodbye, guys we don't need you,
And it's too much work to feed you,
We'll move into all your offices and make rules
fair!
Moms with babies can stay home,
can stay home,
No more daily
job-search on the phone, on the phone
So get out quick before we kick your
asses
We're on our way to college
classes!
All the deadbeats will send checks, will send
checks,
Our private-eyes will find each ex, find each ex,
And
the moms need dough, so do not let them wait,
Don't send support
checks to the state! --Chorus
Tuition for the mothers will be free, will be
fee
With day care provided for no fee, for no fee,
Moms get
honor, dignity, respect--
Which family values should reflect!--
Chorus
We the people have the wealth, have the wealth
To
Guarantee every child's health, every child's health
Change old
laws and pass new bills
Our children need security, not pills--
Chorus
This song is dedicated to the moms in Houston.
They are currently
being denied welfare assistance by poverty pimps who lie to them to
persuade them to go away to face their crisis empty-handed.
The lie:
"Sorry, we can't help you. We're only helping Katrina victims
now."!!!!
(Sung
to the tune of 16 Tons)
Poverty Pimps
You wait 6 long
hours and what do you get
Another no-sayer and no safety net
"So sorry we can't help you with work or pay
The money is our¹s to pilfer each day"
Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, da ching ching
When you see them coming better step aside
They¹re paid livin wages to take you for a ride
They¹ll kick you when you¹re down
And make you feel small
They¹re poverty pimps; We need to wipe out them all
You wait 16 hours and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
I hear my babies crying but I can¹t go
I o-owe my-y so-o-o-ol to the poverty pro
Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, da ching ching
(to
the tune of "Walking in a Winter Wonderland")
Stop TANF in
2005
Congress meets
Make them listen
To the voices
of the victims
The mamas know best why TANF is a mess
Stop
TANF in two thousand and three.
Put an end to sanctions and time limits
Let the
Congress know they just ain’t right
Who will care for sick and
growing children
If mamas are denied that right?
Moms need cash and education
Raising kids is no
vacation
School must count like jobs
“Work First” simply
robs
A mothers chance for living wages too.
All the people need to call for action
So
the Congress stops the brutal rule
Of the giant greedy
corporations
That treat the workers oh so cruel.
We know why the Welfare bill passed
Why Congress
put the moms last
The bosses want more cash
Off families they
can trash
Stop TANF in two thousand and five.
(sung to the tune of "Put Your Arms Around Me Baby, Hold
Me Tight")
Women of the World Let Us
Throw Off Our Chains
Women of the world let us throw off our chains
Let us have
a taste of economic gains
OH OH March 8 we will strike
With
all people we'll unite
We want motherwork made a priority
Funds for caring not for killing globally
OH OH No more
funds for war
Stop all wars against the poor
Moms need water, housing, transportation,
too
Time to breastfeed and to care for all the youth
OH OH
Motherwork for pay
Third world debt canceled today
Fight to end the wars for greed and profit
too
Exxon, Shell and Mobil will no longer rule
OH OH Women
must be safe
At home, work and everyplace
Celebrate the mothers who are in your life
Momma,
sister, granny, auntie, daughter, wife
OH OH Join with the
moms--
Strike for peace and pay today
(to an original tune)
W2 Life is Scum
Mary's man left her with one tiny baby
She needed
support so she didn't say maybe
She went to the welfare the YW
ran there
The Y told her she had to work, or die
Mary had heart disease so she couldn't please
YW
women who kept her pay
Much as she wanted to make her own
way
To try to work both jobs would soon end her days, end her
days
Mary decided to ask for a hearing
She thought
that the Y bosses would be more caring
She went to the hearing
where Kim Coleman did say
"We can't let you lay around home all
day."
Mary got sicker. The Doc couldn't figure
But
still doc wouldn't defy the Y
Finally lupus was doc's
diagnosis
Still YW welfare sent Mary to die, work and die
Mary's sweet baby will never know mama
unless we
the people together will stand up
to fight the rich man and
professional scams
Who make money off poor folk how ever they
can
Let us all come to fight those who make life
scum
Wars for greed waged on mothers in need
Throughout our
life span we all will need a hand
The people united will take
back the land, take the land,
take the land
~written by Cathy Murphy and Pat Gowens
Welfare Warriors acknowledges all cultural celebrations
of
the holiday season.
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(To the tune of "Jingle Bells")
Got No Job |
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I
thought I'd find a job
So I looked every day
For every buck I
earned
Welfare took one away.
And when I lost my
job
Back to the welfare mill
I thought it couldn't get
much worse
Then Tommy called on Bill.
(chorus)
Oh got no job, no support
Got these kids to
raise
To get through to my worker
Always takes at least 10
days.
Tommy Thompson's nuts
If he thinks we'll kiss his
butt
He wants us all to die
So he tells the world a lie.
He
thinks we want to be
In dire poverty
He takes away our kids'
support
And kicks us publicly.
Oh got no job, no support
Got these kids to
raise
To get through to my worker
Always takes at least 10
days.
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(to
the tune of "We Three Kings")
We Are Moms
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We are moms on welfare who are
Joining here from near and from far
Loud and strong to sing our song
We know every child's a star
Oh our
kids are wondrous, they are bright
They're unique and they have
rights
Don't ignore them--we adore them
So we will keep up the
fight
Born a babe for mother to
care
Not her fault if daddy's not there
Love's forever,
ceasing never
Communities must share
Oh-O
we will not give up the fight
Our kids shine with brilliant
light
We-e fight for them--don't ignore them
We must make
their futures
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(to
the tune of "Joy to the World")
Strong and Wise |
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First Tommy says we ain't worth crap
Then TV Six
adds flak
The politics and media run on like diarrhea
And all
that money buys
Propaganda that says that every poor mom lies
We are the mothers, strong and wise
Not
thieves and sluts in disguise
Let all hardworking mothers
Join
up with one another
And join us all right here
Our message
loud and clear
Together we will not fight this war in fear
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(To
the tune of "The Little Drummer Boy")
Our Kids Need Guarantees
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Mothers
work~we are not bum-bum-bum-bums
And yet they treat us like
we're scum-bum-bum-bums
We ask for peace and we get
none-none-none-none
Our kids need guarantees
pa-rum-pum-pum-pum,
rum-pum-pum-pum,
rum-pum-pum-pum
Moms should be revered
pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
For the jobs we have done
Tommy Thompson is a crumb-bum-bum-bum
He steals from us with
help from media guns
They all have funds, our kids need
some-some-some-some
The governmental plans are
dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb,
dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb,
dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb
All our children deserve
fun-fun-fun-fun
Not homes in a slum
We buy our formula, not rum-rum-rum-rum
Yet TV
Six shouts out we're scum-bum-bum-bums
The legislators join
ha-rump-pa-pum-pum
Our families won't run,
pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,
rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum
So we're
here today, Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Together we've come!!
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(to the tune of "Away in a Manger")
Away in a Shelter
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Away in a shelter, no crib and no bed
The cot stinks of
urine,
Cries ring through my head.
I look at my family I try
to protect
Remembering the home that state ignorance
wrecked.
It’s income we need and not “self esteem”
Their jobs are at
stake so they’re not what they seem
It costs more to feed us and
house us I know
They offer us “service” but money? Hell,
no!
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(to the tune of "Deck the Halls")
Pack the Halls |
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Pack the halls with angry mothers,
ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma,
ma, ma, ma
Still families without the fathers
pa, pa, pa, pa,
pa, pa, pa, pa, pa,
We work hard to raise up li-ives
ma, ma,
ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
While Clinton lies and
terrorizes
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
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(To the tune of "O Little Town of
Bethlehem")
We Take
Care of Mother Earth |
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We take care of Mother Earth
The sick, the young,
the old
But our work has no value still
At least that's what
we're told
We live here in
Milwaukee
Aren't giving up the fight
We will protect our
children's lives
And fight to get their rights
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(To
the tune of "Silent Night")
When We Get Work |
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When we get work
we lose
cash support
even
though
our wages are
low
Too many moms
make just minimum wage
why are we victims of
hatred and rage?
No
safety net for our children
No sick
days or benefits
Maximus says
You're "job ready" Go!
Find a job
Don't be
slow
You need no rent
money
no skills, no
pay
Manpower's waiting
They won't go away
Be a
temp or we'll make you
Work as a slave
for us ghouls
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(to
the tune of "Good King Wenceslas")
Now We're Fighting Back |
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Tommy Thompson once looked down
on families he'd stepped
on
Satisfaction filled his heart
And that is why he kept
on
One day he devised a plan worse than any other
To
stigmatize depend b ot the president to
join in the attack
Thought that we'd lie down and die
But now
we're fighting b-a-ack
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(To the tune of "The First Noel")
Unite Unite |
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We-e wi-ll unite as long as our
kids
Are sold out to
the lo-ow-est government bids
U-unite, unite, u-unite,
unite
We are the moms who own't give up the fight
Bill
wants us to go away but we're here to stay
He's the thief that
takes all of our money away
U-unite, unite, u-unite, unite
We
are the moms who won't give up the fight
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(To
the tune of "Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer")
Ronnie the White House
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You know Thompson and Clinton and Norquist
I know
Those
rich, white old fellas that stomp on us so
But do you
recall
The best terrorist of them all...
Ronnie the White House moron
Had a very sick new
plan
Steal from single poor moms
And give it to a rich, white
man
He said the rich man's money
Would trickle down on
everyone
The rich men took all our money
Left the poor exactly
none
The rich got richer every day
Poor folks got the
shaft
Ronnie simply looked around
And let out a jolly laugh
Then
all the poor folk loathed him
They all shouted out
loudly
Ronnie the White House moron
Did his job
pathetically...
Ronnie the White House moron
You'll go down in
history
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(to
the tune of "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire")
Families Standing Around an
Open Fire
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Families standing round an open
fire
Trying hard to get some
heat
T-i-ny tots with their eyes all
aglow
are praying for some food to
eat
They know that Santa's just a
lie
They once believed but then old
Tommy
made him die
And then at night the Children in their
sleep
Can faintly hear their mothers
soft and gently weep
And so I'm
offering this simple prayer
For my
kids who are nine and eight and two
I
wish Christmas could be the way it used to be
'fore Tommy took it all from you
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(to the tune of "The Twelve Days of Christmas")
The Twelve Days of Welfare |
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On the
first day of welfare
the system gave to me
A worker that never
did work
On the
second day of welfare
the system gave to me...
No food stamps
and
A worker that never did work
On the third day of welfare
the system gave to
me...
No call back
No food stamps and
A worker that
never did work
On the fourth day of welfare
the system gave to
me...
A five hour wait
no call back
no fo-od stamps
and
A worker that never did
work
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On the fifth day of welfare
the system gave
to me...
No ben-e-fits
A five hour wait
No call back
No
food stamps and
A worker that never did work
On the sixth day of welfare
the system gave to
me...
One termination
No ben-e-fits
A five hour wait
No
call back
No fo-od stamps and
A worker that never did
work
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On the seventh day of welfare
the system
gave to me...
Maximus and Workfare
One termination
No
ben-e-fits
A five hour wait
No call back
No fo-od
stamps and
A worker that never did work
On the eighth day of welfare
the system gave to
me...
Phony baloney job search
Maximus and Workfair
One
termination
No ben-e-fits
A five hour wait
No call
back
No food stamps and
A worker that never did
work
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On the ninth day of welfare
the system gave to
me...
"Motivation" meetings
Phony baloney job
search
Maximus and Workfare
One termination
No
ben-e-fits
A five hour wait
No call back
No-o food stamps
and
A worker that never did
work
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On
the tenth day of welfare
the system gave to me...
Ten angry
talk shows
"Motivation" meetings
Phony baloney job
search
Maximus and Workfare
One termination
No
ben-e-fits
A five hour wait
No call back
No-o food stamps
and
A worker that never did
work
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On
the eleventh day of welfare
the system gave to me
A notice of
decision
Ten angry talk shows
"Motivation" meetings
Phony
Baloney job search
Maximus and Workfare
One termination
No
ben-e-fits
A five hour wait
No call back
No food stamps
and
A worker that never did
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On
the twelfth day of welfare
the system gave to me...
No child
care service
A notice of decision
Ten angry talk
shows
"Motivation" meetings
Phony Baloney job
search
Maximus and Workfare
One termination
No
ben-e-fits
A five hour wait
No call back
No food stamps
and
A worker that never did work
| Welfare Warriors Songs for the Global Women's Strike and
Anti-War Movement!
Give It To The Poor
(Sing to the tune of "Bringing in the
Sheaves")
Gather in the
attic, gather in the basement,
Gather in your closet all
that's wrong in style or size.
No problem if it's broken, or
parts of it are missing,
~chorus~
Give it to the poor, give it to the
poor,
Gather up your trash and give it to the poor.
If
you have a calculator that says two and two make 12,
If you
have an easy chair that pokes you in the butt,
Don't pay to
have it hauled away, the poor will think it's treasure,
Jesus
will reward you, give it to the poor.
~chorus~
Give it
to the poor, give it to the poor,
Gather up your junk and give
it to the poor.
Polyester suits and food you just can't
swallow,
Broken stereos and living bras that died,
It really
doesn't matter, you know they can't be fussy,
Gather up your
garbage and give it to the poor.
~chorus~
Give it to the
poor, give it to the poor,
Gather up your junk and give it to
the poor.
Connie Guardino
Racine
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WI
(Sung to the Tune of La
Cucaracha)
Colonization's Not Liberation
Chorus
Colonization's not
Liberation
Let me make it very clear
Colonization's not
liberation
Don't believe the lies you hear
When the
US uses missiles
Bombs and rifles, even germs
To make people
cry out "Uncle"
That's not freedom, that's a
curse
Chorus
When Big Business runs a
country
Takes the wealth from Mother Earth
Pays the people
only pennies
That's not freedom, that's a
curse
Chorus
When the white race rules a
country
Folks of color suffer worse
Low pay, hatred, and bad
housing
That's not freedom, that's a
curse
Chorus
Under patriarchal silence
Day
and night the women work
Live in fear of male
violence
That's not freedom, that's a
curse
Chorus
Freedom means that all the
people
Earn a living wage each day
Moms and kids and the
disabled
Earn respect and real pay
Chorus
Songs created
by Welfare Warriors, publisher of Mother Warriors
Voice,
an international activist, news journal. To subscribe,
send $15 ($5 low-income) to
2711 W. Michigan,
Milwaukee, WI 53208.
Songs free and available for use by
all. Please credit Welfare
Warriors
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(to the tune of "This Little Light of
Mine")
We're Gonna Make a Change
No more wars for oil
We're gonna make a
change
No more death and spoils
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for honest toil
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
Win without a war
We're gonna make a
change
Peace for all the poor
We're gonna make a
change
People say "no more"
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
Warfare is a crime
We're gonna make a
change
Stop the greed this time
We're gonna make a
change
Bush is out of line
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
People worldwide
We're gonna make a
change
Know that Bush has lied
We're gonna make a
change
Send no youth to die
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
Big business pushes war
We're gonna make a
change
War profits off the poor
We're gonna make a
change
The Earth can take no more
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
The people join as one
We're gonna make a
change
To make big business run
We're gonna make a
change
Rich corporate wars are done
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
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(to the tune of "If You're Happy and You Know
It")
If You Say "No More" to War
If
you say "no more" to war, clap your hands
If you say "no more" to
war, stamp your feet
Let our leaders feel the heat
from the
people on the street
We'll continue to repeat
"No more
war"...Just say no!
If you say "no more" to war, grab a pen (grab a
pen)
If you say "no more" to war, grab a pen (grab a pen)
Send
a note to Bush to end
All his plots for war again
We will stop
his plans to send
Our youth to war...Just say no!
If you say "Hell No" to war, go out doors (go out
doors)
If you say "Hell No" to war, go out doors (go out
doors)
Take the streets with chants and roars
Tell big
business and their stores
We won't go along with plans
for oil
wars...We won't go!
If you say "Oh no" to war, tell the kids (tell the
kids)
If you say "Oh no" to war, tell the schools (tell the
schools)
Let the children know it's wrong
to fight wars and be
a pawn
of big business plans to profit
off of war...We won't
go!
(To the tune of "Michael Rowed the Boat
Ashore")
Bring the Troops Home
We will stop this war for oil
Bring the troops
home
Let our youth do honest toil
Bring our youth back
home
Bush is wrong, we all know that
Bring the troops
home
We must stop this cruel attack
Bring our youth back
home
Stand up tall, let out a roar
Bring the troops
home
Stop this war against the poor
Bring our youth back home
Youth will die and moms will cry
Bring the troops
home
War won't help to save our lives
Bring our youth back
home
We can win without a war
Bring the troops
home
Speak out loudly more and more
Bring our youth back
home
Blood for oil is oh so wrong
Bring the troops
home
Peace will always make us strong
Bring the youth back
home
Cheer our boys and girls so brave
Bring the
troops home
Line the streets with welcome waves
Bring the
youth back home
Songs created by Welfare Warriors, publisher of
Mother Warriors Voice,
an international activist, news
journal. To subscribe,
send $15
($5 low-income) to 2711 W. Michigan Ave, Milwaukee, WI
53208.
Songs
free and available for use by all.
Please credit Welfare
Warriors
Here are Welfare Warriors popular "fight-back"
songs for
all kinds of public actions...
Songs for
TANF, Big business, Welfare, Disability, Guaranteed Income,
Education and Organizing
(to the tune of "Hit the Road, Jack")
Hit the Road,
Max(imus)
(chorus)
Hit the road, Max
Don't you come back no more, no more,
no more, no more
Hit the road, Max
And don't you come back no
more!
Well, I went to Maximus the other day
But Maximus
said they wouldn't pay
They told me I had to go and find a
job
And leave them alone
so they could steal and rob
(chorus)
Maximus bosses why you treat us so mean?
You're
the meanest bosses that we ever seen.
We really don't want you in
our neighborhood,
You cheat and you lie
and you're up to no
good!
(chorus)
(to the tune of "Walking in a Winter Wonderland")
Stop TANF in
200 3
Congress meets
Make them listen
To the voices
of the victims
The mamas know best why TANF is a mess
Stop
TANF in two thousand and three.
Put an end to sanctions and time limits
Let the
Congress know they just ain’t right
Who will care for sick and
growing children
If mamas are denied that right?
Moms need cash and education
Raising kids is no
vacation
School must count like jobs
“Work First” simply
robs
A mothers chance for living wages too.
All the people need to call for action
So
the Congress stops the brutal rule
Of the giant greedy
corporations
That treat the workers oh so cruel.
We know why the Welfare bill passed
Why Congress
put the moms last
The bosses want more cash
Off families they
can trash
Stop TANF in two thousand and three.
(to the tune of "Old MacDonald Had a
Farm")
Bloated
Big Business Has No Shame
Old Sam Walton had a store
ee ay ee ay o
And
in this store he robbed the poor
ee ay ee ay o
With a low wage
here; no benefits there
Part time here, and no time there
Old
Sam Walton robbed the poor
ee ay ee ay o
General Motors built some cars,
ee ay ee ay
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Yet many workers didn't get far,
ee ay ee ay o
With a
lay-off here, and a downsize there,
Jobs gone south, the bosses
don't care
General Motors built some cars,
ee ay ee ay o
Exxon Oil had a ship
ee ay ee ay o
And on this
ship they had some oil
ee ay ee ay o
An oil slick here; Some
dead fish there,
Keep the money coming, Exxon don't care
Exxon
Oil had a ship
e ay ee ay o
Big Ford Motors had a plan
ee ay ee ay o
To
make more profits than Japan
ee ay ee ay o
Mexican factories
here; Filipine factories there
Payin' slave wages and pollutin'
the air
Big Ford Motors had a plan
ee ay ee ay o
(to the tune of
"Give Peace a Chance")
Give Moms A Chance
All we are
asking
is give moms a chance
(To the tune of "When the Saints Go Marching In")
When the Moms Go Marching In
Oh when the moms go marching in
Oh when the moms go marching in
Oh I want to be in that number
When the moms go marching in
Oh when the kids go marching
in
Oh when the kids go marching
in
Oh I want to be in that
number
When the kids go marching
in
Oh when our friends go marching
in
Oh when our friends go marching
in
Oh I want to be in that
number
When our friends go marching
in
Oh when the moms ...and when the
kids....
And when our friends go
marching in
Oh I want to be in that
number
When we all go marching
in!
(To
the Tune of "America the Beautiful")
Why Can't We Raise Our Families Up
Moms go to school to lift ourselves
Our "leaders" block our way
We're s'posed to work and go to school
But work they give don't pay
Why can't we raise our families up
This scapegoating's a lie
They blame the poor for poverty
Our "leaders" must be high!
(to the tune of
"On Wisconsin")
Shame On Wisconsin!
Shame on Wisconsin, Shame on
Thompson
Mothers in this
state
Are forced to leave our sons and
daughters
Morning 'til it's late -
That's hate, hate
We work slave
jobs
And we brave jobs
No paychecks in our name
Unite, Mothers, Fight Fight Fight Wisconsin's
Shame
The disabled are not
able
To make what W2
takes
Others can't work cuz they're
injured
The Guv von't give them a
break, break, break, break
State osmosis,
Not Doctor's prognosis,
Determines who will slave
Wisconsin sends disabled moms to early
graves
Working moms lose public aid
When kids still eat and grow
State politicians stop their grants
Though earnings
are too low, low, low, low
Maximus tells moms with
No job, no cash and no
hope
"Get a job, you don't need help, you lazy dope"
Disabled kids need moms to do
what they can't do
alone
Wisconsin says moms have to leave when
no one's left at
home, home, home, home
There's no child care for sick children
while
their mother slaves
Wisconsin sends sick babies to an early
grave
~lyrics by Linda Ray and Pat Gowens
(To
the tune of "The Star-Spangled Banner")
Just Learn to See
USA can't you see
Thompson's dumping on me
They expect moms to work
For no Social Security
For no tax breaks, no pay
No one else works that way
It's slave-labor you know
and no one can deny it
Cuz we work for
no pay
Send our children away
Please do not let them
do
What they can't do to you
USA when o-on earth will you ju-ust learn to
see-ee
That they're coming after you,
once they've finished with
me!
~lyrics by Linda Ray, Milwaukee, WI
(To the tune of "This Land Is Your Land")
Guaranteed Income
Guaranteed Income's what we're demanding
The work of
families needs understanding
Good paying jobs are not what we're
landing
The government's ignoring you and me
A mother works hard to tend her family
But Uncle
Sam says she gets no salary
The children suffer without a
buffer
Children need some Income Guaranteed
There's always money for corporate welfare
For
most Americans the moneys not there
We'll join together because
it's too unfair
And take back this land for you and me
Low-income workers are used by business
The
bosses make more while giving us less
Without our labor they
would have no success
Corporations steal from you and me
I had a job once that I worked daily
Until they
shipped it out of the country
I'm unemployed now no one will hire
me
We need well- paid jobs for you and me
They send our jobs out across the borders
To
bring the profits back to the hoarders
Destroying nature and
workers everywhere
Workers need Income Guaranteed
They break your body, sometimes your mind
too
Then say "goodbye, gee we're sorry you're blue
We have no
work here nothing that you can do"
Workers need Income
Guaranteed
I've looked for new work no one will hire me
So
now I'm working jobs temporary
I'm awfully lonely I need
security
We all need some Income Guaranteed
You want a job, Hon? Wait by your phone then
We
keep you on the run with no compassion
Temps get no benefits and
no vacation pay
Temporary workers need real pay
They use our labor til we're disabled
Then
"unemployable" is what we're labeled
We all have something in
which we're able
We fight for support and dignity
They send the waged jobs so far away
And then
expect us to live on G.A.
But we will fight for income and
dignity
We will get up out of poverty
Mothers work hard all our children's lives
So
that each young one of ours survives
We hate to see kids deprived
when they should thrive
Families need Income Guaranteed
Children need not be abandoned each day
While
mothers leave them working for slave pay
All moms who want to
should stay at home with pay
Caregivers need Income Guaranteed
In every city there's a hungry child
And where
the poor live toxins are piled
The rich have turned to agreed
gone wild
That's why we need an Income Guaranteed
They watch our youth die; they hate us
mothers
Then take away the real jobs for fathers
Sisters and
brothers, let's come together
To fight for an Income
Guaranteed
The Rich talk of values and yet they have
none
They try to keep us under their greed gun
But we will not
quit until support is won
Let's guarantee support for
everyone
Within this country there should at least
be
Guaranteed Income and prosperity
To keep all people from
dire poverty
We must stop the rich man's war of greed
Chorus
This land is your land; This land is my
land
From California to the New York Island
Form the Red Wood
Forest to the Gulf Stream Waters
This land was made for you and
me
Welfare Warriors Songs for the Global Women's Strike and
Anti-War Movement!
(Sung to the Tune of La
Cucaracha)
Colonization's Not Liberation
Chorus
Colonization's not
Liberation
Let me make it very clear
Colonization's not
liberation
Don't believe the lies you hear
When the
US uses missiles
Bombs and rifles, even germs
To make people
cry out "Uncle"
That's not freedom, that's a
curse
Chorus
When Big Business runs a
country
Takes the wealth from Mother Earth
Pays the people
only pennies
That's not freedom, that's a
curse
Chorus
When the white race rules a
country
Folks of color suffer worse
Low pay, hatred, and bad
housing
That's not freedom, that's a
curse
Chorus
Under patriarchal silence
Day
and night the women work
Live in fear of male
violence
That's not freedom, that's a
curse
Chorus
Freedom means that all the
people
Earn a living wage each day
Moms and kids and the
disabled
Earn respect and real pay
Chorus
(sung to the tune of "Put Your Arms Around Me Baby, Hold
Me Tight")
Women of the World Let Us
Throw Off Our Chains
Women of the world let us throw off our chains
Let us have
a taste of economic gains
OH OH March 8 we will strike
With
all people we'll unite
We want motherwork made a priority
Funds for caring not for killing globally
OH OH No more
funds for war
Stop all wars against the poor
Moms need water, housing, transportation,
too
Time to breastfeed and to care for all the youth
OH OH
Motherwork for pay
Third world debt canceled today
Fight to end the wars for greed and profit
too
Exxon, Shell and Mobil will no longer rule
OH OH Women
must be safe
At home, work and everyplace
Celebrate the mothers who are in your life
Momma,
sister, granny, auntie, daughter, wife
OH OH Join with the
moms--
Strike for peace and pay today
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(to the tune of "This Little Light of
Mine")
We're Gonna Make a Change
No more wars for oil
We're gonna make a
change
No more death and spoils
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for honest toil
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
Win without a war
We're gonna make a
change
Peace for all the poor
We're gonna make a
change
People say "no more"
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
Warfare is a crime
We're gonna make a
change
Stop the greed this time
We're gonna make a
change
Bush is out of line
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
People worldwide
We're gonna make a
change
Know that Bush has lied
We're gonna make a
change
Send no youth to die
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
Big business pushes war
We're gonna make a
change
War profits off the poor
We're gonna make a
change
The Earth can take no more
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
The people join as one
We're gonna make a
change
To make big business run
We're gonna make a
change
Rich corporate wars are done
We're gonna make a
change
Funds for caring, not for killing, not for
war
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(to the tune of "If You're Happy and You Know
It")
If You Say "No More" to War
If
you say "no more" to war, clap your hands
If you say "no more" to
war, stamp your feet
Let our leaders feel the heat
from the
people on the street
We'll continue to repeat
"No more
war"...Just say no!
If you say "no more" to war, grab a pen (grab a
pen)
If you say "no more" to war, grab a pen (grab a pen)
Send
a note to Bush to end
All his plots for war again
We will stop
his plans to send
Our youth to war...Just say no!
If you say "Hell No" to war, go out doors (go out
doors)
If you say "Hell No" to war, go out doors (go out
doors)
Take the streets with chants and roars
Tell big
business and their stores
We won't go along with plans
for oil
wars...We won't go!
If you say "Oh no" to war, tell the kids (tell the
kids)
If you say "Oh no" to war, tell the schools (tell the
schools)
Let the children know it's wrong
to fight wars and be
a pawn
of big business plans to profit
off of war...We won't
go!
(To the tune of "Michael Rowed the Boat
Ashore")
Bring the Troops Home
We will stop this war for oil
Bring the troops
home
Let our youth do honest toil
Bring our youth back
home
Bush is wrong, we all know that
Bring the troops
home
We must stop this cruel attack
Bring our youth back
home
Stand up tall, let out a roar
Bring the troops
home
Stop this war against the poor
Bring our youth back home
Youth will die and moms will cry
Bring the troops
home
War won't help to save our lives
Bring our youth back
home
We can win without a war
Bring the troops
home
Speak out loudly more and more
Bring our youth back
home
Blood for oil is oh so wrong
Bring the troops
home
Peace will always make us strong
Bring the youth back
home
Cheer our boys and girls so brave
Bring the
troops home
Line the streets with welcome waves
Bring the
youth back home
Brand new
song!
Give It To The Poor
(Sing to the tune of "Bringing in the
Sheaves")
Gather in the
attic, gather in the basement,
Gather in your closet all
that's wrong in style or size.
No problem if it's broken, or
parts of it are missing,
~chorus~
Give it to the poor, give it to the
poor,
Gather up your trash and give it to the poor.
If
you have a calculator that says two and two make 12,
If you
have an easy chair that pokes you in the butt,
Don't pay to
have it hauled away, the poor will think it's treasure,
Jesus
will reward you, give it to the poor.
~chorus~
Give it
to the poor, give it to the poor,
Gather up your junk and give
it to the poor.
Polyester suits and food you just can't
swallow,
Broken stereos and living bras that died,
It really
doesn't matter, you know they can't be fussy,
Gather up your
garbage and give it to the poor.
~chorus~
Give it to the
poor, give it to the poor,
Gather up your junk and give it to
the poor.
Connie Guardino
Racine
,
WI
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