He was born in Asia MinornColonized Jewish mannHis dad a carpenternThis was occupied landnApprentice to his fathers tradenHis country paid its duesTo the Romans he wasnJust a working class JewnnConceived few months out of wedlocknThe stigma never stucknBegan a three year public lifenAnd never made a bucknSpoke against injusticenBecause it was there he sawnHe saw how capitalism it bled the poornAttacking those self righteous hypocritesnAnd what's morenCondemned the lawyers lawnEven at their front doornnBut they've commercialized his birthday nownThe very people that he defiednAnd they've sanctified their systemnClaiming that he's on their side! nBut if he crossed the floor tomorrownHow many of them would follownStaring down their bossesnAnd even if he had to pay the highest costnThese agitators getting nailed to the crossnAnd being labeled radicalsnLeft wing fanaticalsnnBut left or rightnHe'd still be standing side by sidenWith the ones who leaders try to hidenOut on suburban housing estatesnTo be forgottennKept the oppressed and down troddennBreak bread with the bottom rungnA lot of songs have sungnTo try to save their souls from church pewsnnThe same hypocrites who turn his words around and curse younAnd use the scripture just to justify their own greednPuritans with closed eyes see what they want to seenThey call the police with the bullet to enforce the peacenOr cc TV cameras on the corner of every streetnPrevail against their false warsnUsing terror to define usnTaking our freedom tonSpy on usnnHe'd fight with Joe Hill and WalecanMandela and FriereNoel pearson, nRohan Gillies and Lex ValencianHe'd feed the hungry andnHe'd work with HIVnUnderstand the dispossessed and undernourished needsnFlee from shantytown to Campbelltown townnAmidst the peoplenA voice for the voicelessnAnd those without choices face bulldozers and battle tanksn A leader on bailnHe'd fight the conservativesnAnd rot in their jailsnnHe'd denounce what it takesnAnd demonizationnIgnorance and exploitationnA fortress mentalitynRogue states and hatenAnd sales of yellow cakenIncreased in de-formative ratesnAnd he'd be known on the streetsnOf sex workers and smacknAnd those with glass homes would thrownStones in his backnAll compassionatenAn agitator for changennHe'd denounce dictatorsnEven if they were alliesnEven those in democratic disguisenAnd if he crossed the floor tomorrownHow many of them would follownExchange hate with a brave facenHe'd stand on cornersnWhere he's needed the mostnAnd offer truthnAnd give them hopenAll compassionatenAn agitator for changenThe world remembered his namennThe world remembered his namennHe'd condemn all corruptionnHe'd question all lawmakersnTopple hierarchiesnAnd be labeled a saviornSee status and title as dominance in the politics of greednFilling pockets while the populace bleedsnnHe'd fight against the racist hoardsnWhether it be out on the streets of CronullanOr behind the boardroom doorsnOr on parliament floorsnFrom skinheads with flagsnTo one nationnAnd all them talk back radio stationsnStanding up against the leagues of the Ku Klux KlannA fundamentalistnThe radical rightnMake demandsnA socialist of a humanitarian strandnNo one has been likenComrade Jesus Christ