I'm gonna tell you fascists, you may be surprised The people in this world are getting organized You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose All you fascists bound to lose (I said) All you fascists bound to lose (Yes sir) All you fascists bound to lose You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose Race hatred cannot stop us, this one thing I know Lies*** and Propaganda***, Vote*** Suppression's*** got to go You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose All you fascists bound to lose (I said) All you fascists bound to lose (Yes sir) All you fascists bound to lose You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose People of every color marching side by side Marching across these fields where a million fascists died You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose All you fascists bound to lose (I said) All you fascists bound to lose (Yes sir) All you fascists bound to lose You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose What we have together is stronger than a gun*** We'll*** end this world of slavery before this battle's*** won You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose All you fascists bound to lose (I said) All you fascists bound to lose (Yes sir) All you fascists bound to lose You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose One more time, all you fascists bound to lose (I said) All you fascists bound to lose (Yes sir) All you fascists bound to lose You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose Songwriters: Woody Guthrie/***some changed lyrics for 2019 J Neo Marvin (note: Billy Bragg is officially and legally a cowriter because of his version, though we did not use his tune.) Lyrics and music not ever recorded on a record by Woody Guthrie, the songwriter. We used the original melody line from YouTube Woody Guthrie~ All You Fascists Bound To Lose (Woody Guthrie-Billy Bragg) SONY/ATV SONGS LLC OBO BILLY BRAGG BMG BUMBLEBEE OBO WOODY GUTHRIE PUBLICATIONS INC

[Verse 1] Hey man, oh leave me alone you know Hey man, oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta Hey man, I gotta straighten my face This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place Hey man, my schooldays insane Hey man, my work's down the drain Hey man, well she's a total blam-blam She said she had to squeeze it but she... then she... [Chorus] Oh don't lean on me man Cause you can't afford the ticket Back from Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right [Verse 2] Hey man, Henry, don't be unkind, go away Hey man, I can't take you this time, no way Hey man, Droogie don't crash here There's only room for one and here she comes, here she comes [Chorus] Oh don't lean on me man Cause you can't afford the ticket Back from Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right Oh don't lean on me man Cause you can't afford the ticket Back from Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right (David Bowie) SCREEN GEMS-EMI MUSIC INC CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC DIGITAL ONLY TINTORETTO MUSIC

This is a song from the bottom of a well There are things down here I've got to try and tell; It's dark and light at the very same time, The water sometimes seems like wine. I learned some information way down here That might fill your heart and soul with fear; But don't you worry, no don't be afraid I'm not in the magical mystery trade. My imagination begins to purr As things don't happen, they just occur. Softly crackling electrical smell, There's something burning at the bottom of this well. Sitting here alone I just have to laugh I see all the universe as a comfortable bath; I drown my body so my mind is free To indulge in pleasurable fantasies. There's something strange going on down here A sickening implosion of mistrust and fear. A vast corruption that's about to boil A mixture of greed and the smell of oil. This is a song from the bottom of a well I didn't move here, I just fell. But I'm not complaining, I don't even care Cause if I'm not here, then it's not there. SONG FROM THE BOTTOM OF A WELL, written by Kevin Ayers, originally recorded by Kevin Ayers on the album WHATEVERSHEBRINGSWESING, 1971. (Kevin Cawley Ayers) WB MUSIC CORP OBO WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC LTD

I'll find a place somewhere in the corner I'm gonna waste the rest of my days Just watching patiently from the window Just waiting seasons change, someday Oh, oh, my dreams will pull you through that garden gate. I want to be the wandering sailor We're silhouettes by the light of the moon I sit playing solitaire by the window Just waiting seasons change, ah, ah You'll see, one day, these dreams will pull you through my door And I'll come running to tie your shoes I'll come running to tie your shoes I'll come running to tie your shoes I'll come running to tie your shoes (Brian Eno) UNIVERSAL MUSIC-MGB SONGS OBO E.G. MUSIC LTD

I never saw you before I never smelled spring before Now I'm at your door And I hope you're unusual Very unusual Now I'm at your door And when you nicely ask me in I'm staring at your shoes And I don't wonder why I feel like a horse We can stray out on the open range Missing me every day with its hidden claws Spring snow And when you brush me Brush me with your eyes I think you've noticed that I don't want to be a bad guy anymore I never saw you before I never smelled spring before And now I'm at your door I feel safe and warm I feel I feel I feel full of life Cause I feel like a horse I feel like a horse I feel like a horse Ah I feel like a horse (Iggy Pop-Rob Duprey) BMG BUMBLEBEE OBO ROBERT DUPREY MUSIC

We have everything We have everything We have everything We have everything We have everything We have everything We have everything We have everything...almost! (Barbara Ess-Verge Piersol-Gail Vachon) ©1998 Y PANTS

I was talkin' to Chuck in his Genghis Khan suit And his wizard's hat He spoke of his movie and how he was makin' a new sound track And then we spoke of kids on the coast And different types of organic soap And the way suicides don't leave notes, Then we spoke of the rain, always back to the rain I was speakin' to Bill who was given to pills and small racing cars He had given them up since his last crack-up had carried him too far Then we spoke of the movies and verse And the way an actress held her purse And the way life at times can get worse, Then we spoke of the rain, always back to the rain Ah, she's a wild child, and nobody can get at her She's a wild child, oh, and nobody can get to her Sleepin' out on the street, oh, livin' all alone Without a house or a home and then she asked you, please, Hey, baby, can I have some spare change Oh, can I break your heart ? She's a wild child, she's a wild child I was talkin' to Betty about her auditions, how they made her ill The life of the theater, is certainly fraught With many spills and chills But she calmed down after some wine Which is what happens most of the time Then we sat and both spoke in rhyme Till we spoke of the rain, ah, always back to the rain I was talking to Ed who'd been reported dead by a mutual friend He thought it was funny that I had no money to spend on him So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese And sang of our lives and our dreams And how things can come apart at the seams And we talked of the rain, or was it Lorraine? She's a wild child, oh, and nobody can get at her She's a wild child, oh, and nobody can get to her Sleepin' out on the street, oh, livin' all alone Without a house or a home and then she asks you, please, Oh, baby, can I have some spare change Aw, they all broke her heart... She's a wild child, she's a wild child (Lou Reed) EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC OBO OAKFIELD AVENUE MUSIC LTD

For you I could do anything For your love My heart cries Take my heart My love, my everything For so long I’ve needed your love Oh when When you first came to me I-I-I-I-I-I doubted your love But now You mean everything to me And each day I love you more For you I could do anything For your love My heart cries Take my heart My love, my everything For so long I’ve needed you Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (Ah, ah, ah X4 Take my heart Take my love Take my heart Take my love, etc) (Ray Collins) ARC MUSIC, INC. OBO BIZARRE MUSIC CO

Do you believe in E.S.P.? I do and I'm trying to get through to you If you're picking up from me Then you'll know just what to do, think! Brainwaves transmitted from my mind Of a magnetic kind I won't know what to do If I can't get through to you, so think! Do you believe in E.S.P.? I've been trying to get through to you If you've been picking up from me Then you'll know just what to do, don't you? (Pete Shelley) UNIVERSAL MUSIC-MGB SONGS OBO COMPLETE MUSIC LTD

Never before did the corruption, the complete rottenness of our government stand so thoroughly exposed; never before were the American people brought face to face with the Judas nature of that political body, which has claimed for years to be absolutely beyond reproach, as the mainstay of our institutions, the true protector of the rights and liberties of the people. Yet when the crimes of that party became so brazen that even the blind could see them, it needed but to muster up its minions, and its supremacy was assured. Thus the very victims, duped, betrayed, outraged a hundred times, decided, not against, but in favor of the victor. Bewildered, the few asked how could the majority betray the traditions of American liberty? Where was its judgment, its reasoning capacity? That is just it, the majority cannot reason; it has no judgment. Lacking utterly in originality and moral courage, the majority has always placed its destiny in the hands of others. Incapable of standing responsibilities, it has followed its leaders even unto destruction. Dr. Stockman was right: "The most dangerous enemies of truth and justice in our midst are the compact majorities, the damned compact majority." Without ambition or initiative, the compact mass hates nothing so much as innovation. It has always opposed, condemned, and hounded the innovator, the pioneer of a new truth. The oft repeated slogan of our time is, among all politicians, the Socialists included, that ours is an era of individualism, of the minority. Only those who do not probe beneath the surface might be led to entertain this view. Have not the few accumulated the wealth of the world? Are they not the masters, the absolute kings of the situation? Their success, however, is due not to individualism, but to the inertia, the cravenness, the utter submission of the mass. The latter wants but to be dominated, to be led, to be coerced. As to individualism, at no time in human history did it have less chance of expression, less opportunity to assert itself in a normal, healthy manner. The individual educator imbued with honesty of purpose, the artist or writer of original ideas, the independent scientist or explorer, the non-compromising pioneers of social changes are daily pushed to the wall by men whose learning and creative ability have become decrepit with age. Text by Emma Goldman Music and arrangement by J Neo Marvin and Davis Jones (BMI)

I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong, I could be right I could be black, I could be white I could be right, I could be wrong I could be black, I could be white Your time has come, your second skin Cost so high, the gain so low Walk through the valley The written word is a lie May the road rise with you x 4 I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong, I could be right I could be black, I could be white I could be right, I could be wrong I could be black, I could be white They put a hot wire to my head 'Cause of the things I did and said They made these feelings go away Model citizen in every way May the road rise with you x 4 Anger is an energy x 4 May the road rise with you x 4 Anger is an energy x 4 I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong, I could be right I could be black, I could be white I could be right, I could be wrong I could be white, I could be black Your time has come, your second skin The cost so high, the gain so low Walk through the valley The written word is a lie May the road rise with you x 4 I could be wrong I could be right I could be wrong They put a hot wire to my head 'Cause of the things I did and said They made these feelings go away A model citizen in every way Your time has come, your second skin Cost so high, the gain so low May the road rise with you x 4 Anger is an energy (repeat) (Lydon-Laswell) WB MUSIC CORP OBO ROTTEN MUSIC LTD EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC

I'm a vampire, baby, sucking blood from the earth I'm a vampire, baby, sucking blood from the earth. Well, I'm a vampire, babe, sell you twenty barrels worth. I'm a black bat, baby, banging on your window pane I'm a black bat, baby, banging on your window pane. Well, I'm a black bat, baby, I need my high octane. Good times are coming, I hear it everywhere I go Good times are coming, I hear it everywhere I go. Good times are coming, but they sure are coming slow. (Neil Young) SILVER FIDDLE MUSIC

I'm sorry to bother you But I'm afraid I want your attention You see I've come to realize something That I think I should mention Through no fault of my own I'm in a sticky situation I'm suffering the consequences Of a bad education Think I've read too many books Seen too much T.V. Paid too much attention To a bad education (Just touch the flesh of the breeze And feel release) Unfortunately I'm not alone in this mess This state is so established There is no one left to blame Except maybe the law of dissipation Which applied to us Equals a bad education Through no fault of my own I'm in a sticky situation I'm suffering the consequences Of a bad education Yeah I've read too many books Seen too much T.V. Paid too much attention To that bad education La la la la la la la etc. (Martin Bramah-Philip Toman-Rick Goldstraw-Una Baines) DOWNTOWN DLJ SONGS LLC OBO CHERRY RED SONGS

We live in a political world Love doesn’t have any place We’re living in times where men commit crimes And crime doesn’t have a face We live in a political world Icicles hanging down Wedding bells ring and angels sing Clouds cover up the ground We live in a political world Wisdom is thrown into jail It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell Leaving no one to pick up a trail We live in a political world Where mercy walks the plank Life is in mirrors, death disappears Up the steps into the nearest bank We live in a political world Where courage is a thing of the past Houses are haunted, children are unwanted The next day could be your last We live in a political world The one we can see and can feel But there’s no one to check, it’s all a stacked deck We all know for sure that it’s real We live in a political world In the cities of lonesome fear Little by little you turn in the middle But you’re never sure why you’re here   We live in a political world Under the microscope You can travel anywhere and hang yourself there You always got more than enough rope We live in a political world Turning and a-thrashing about As soon as you’re awake, you’re trained to take What looks like the easy way out We live in a political world Where peace is not welcome at all It’s turned away from the door to wander some more Or put up against the wall We live in a political world Everything is hers or his Climb into the frame and shout God’s name But you’re never sure what it is (Bob Dylan) BOB DYLAN MUSIC OBO SPECIAL RIDER MUSIC

What do you do? I don't know, but I know I do it every day Why do you do it? I don't know, but I know I do it anyway I do what I do, indeed I do I do what I do, every day Indeed I do I do what I do, indeed I do I do what I do, every day I do what I do, I am what I am We are what we are, we do what we can What do you do? I don't know, but I know I do it everyday Why do you do it? I don't know, but I know I do it anyway I do what I do, indeed I do I do what I do, everyday Indeed I do (Neil Innes) UNIVERSAL - SONGS OF POLYGRAM INTERNATIONAL INC