Spies Are Reading My Blog Lyrics & Chords By David Rovics

From the halls of Montezuma Down to the coal mines of Beaver Falls Socialist workers, MoveOn.Org Greenpeace, the Capitol Mall International Brotherhood of Eletrical Workers United...read more

Why throw flowers on my grave when I'm dead? Why paint picturesp with the blood that I shed Why try to copy any word of what I said When I hated you all when I was living Why...read more

i sat in the swamp with a little pink piggy who loved roller-skating and playing pretend the boy that she loved was a real snackmaster the world was a beach ball and we were all...read more

What did you learn in school today, Dear little boy of mine? What did you learn in school today, Dear little boy of mine? I learned that Washington never told a lie. I...read more

Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crecen las palmas Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crecen las...read more