Some traditional Christmas carols (with a tiny anarchist slant). They are best sung loudly and in shopping centres (or Primark).
Rudolph the red-nose reindeer
Uh oh we're in the red, dear
On our credit card it shows
Christmas is almost over
But the debit line still grows
Shopping like Santa's zombies
Sent our budget down in flames
But all our Christmas spirit
Helped the giant retail chains
I'm so foggy Christmas Eve
Wondering how we'll pay
Christmas doesn't seem so bright
When our finances are tight
So here's a plan for next year
Let's forget the shopping spree
Let's give a gift of love, so
All our Christmas gifts are free
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Slow down ye frantic shoppers for there's something we must say
If you would spare a moment all the stores would go away
Big business has been telling us what Christmas means today
Now it's time we decided for ourselves, for ourselves
Yes it's time we decided for ourselves.
To some folks Christmas means a time for gathering with friends
And enemies might take it as a time to make amends
But TV says it's time for pricey gifts and selfish ends
Now it's time we decided for ourselves, for ourselves
Yes it's time we decided for ourselves.
Some people feel that Christmas is when Jesus makes a call
For others it's a time to stress good will and peace to all
But advertisers tell us it means Santa's at the mall
Now it's time we decided for ourselves, for ourselves
Yes it's time we decided for ourselves.
Jingle All The Way
Chorus:
Profits here, profits there,
profits everywhere
Christmas time is funny
we smell money in the air
Advertise, glamorize,
fool you with a flair.
Let's make sure that Christmas
is a businesslike affair.
You're eating up our lies and dashing to the stores
Then all our prices rise and how the money pours
If we don't keep you drugged and watching your TV
You might see the hypocrisy
then where would business be?
Chorus
We'll tell you how to think and tell you what to try
What to eat and drink and how to live and die
And if our plan succeeds, when Christmas-time is nigh
Instead of seeking love and peace you'll hunt for gifts to buy
Chorus
Deck the Halls
Smash the state and squat their buildings!
fa la la la la la la la la
It's hard work, but we are willing
fa la la la la la la la la
Hundreds housed inside your mansions
That's our vision of expansion!
Break the concrete plant a garden
fa la la la la la la la la
Never ask to beg their pardon
fa la la la la la la la la
Let's throw seeds like we throw punches
Invite em to our homegrown lunches
Shopping malls turned into free schools
fa la la la la la la la la
Fountains into public pools
fa la la la la la la la la
Where a lawn was let the plants grow
Venture where they say don't go
If we work to help each other
fa la la la la la la la la
We can learn from one another
fa la la la la la la la la
In our struggles we're connected
By every injury affected
Smash the state and squat their buildings!
fa la la la la la la la la
Slaving in a Sweatshop Wonderland
to the tune of Walking in a Winter Wonderland
Door bell rings, are you listening?
On your brow, sweat is glistening.
You're working tonight; it just isn't right,
Slaving in a sweatshop wonderland.
Gone away are the good jobs
Here today are the sweatshops
They want you to sew
Seven days in a row
Slaving in a sweatshop wonderland.
In Toronto, Woolworth has used sweatshops
And they've paid the lowest rates in town.
Ask about a union, they'll say no ma'am.
Homeworkers do the job for the poorest pay around.
Later on, they'll conspire
How to raise prices higher
The plans that they've made
Won't make us better paid
Slaving in a sweatshop wonderland.
Door bell rings, are you listening?
On your brow, sweat is glistening.
You're working tonight; it just isn't right,
Slaving in a sweatshop wonderland.
Way Up on the Top Floor
to the tune of Away in a Manger
Way up on the top floor, where people can't reach,
The boss of the bussiness plans trips to the beach,
He counts up his money and spits on the poor,
While workers are angry and bang on his door.
His company's huge and it eats up the globe,
It controls the TV and everything we know,
His power's not endless, he'll run things no more,
We've come to his condo to kick down the door.
Stop shopping his stores, stop supporting his banks,
Don't polish his shoes or build his big tanks.
Come out in the streets, come out one and all,
Come join revolution and his empire will fall.
Listen to the Message
to the tune of Oh, Tennenbaum
by the raging grannies
Oh shopper dear
Come over here
And listen to our message.
Oh shopper dear come over here
And listen to our message.
The women who toil
In far off lands
So you can wear
Your favorite brands.
Don't get a break-from dawn `till dusk
It isn't right -- let's make a fuss.
When buying shirts and pants and stuff
Ask were the workers paid enough.
Silent Night
Silent Night, peaceful night
We'll survive through this fight
Build your prisons, banks and wall
We will see to dismantling them all.
We'll live a life of true worth,
Live a life of worth.
Silent night, peaceful night
We have spunk, we have might
You have more money than you'll ever need.
Millions of people are killed by your greed.
Sleep knowing all this,
Sleep knowing this.
Silent night, peaceful night
Look around, do what's right.
Liberty is about more than just me.
Use all your strength to help others to see
True freedom can be,
True freedom can be.
G o d Bless You Very Wealthy Men
to the tune of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
G o d bless you very wealthy men,
Good news I have to tell:
The market's up, you're making more each time you buy and sell.
With layoffs more, your profits soar,
You're living rather well.
O tidings of capital gains.
G o d bless you very wealthy men,
You never have to see
The people all around you who must live in misery.
You keep the poor far from your door,
You know no poverty.
O tidings of capital gains.
G o d bless you very wealthy men,
Whatever comes to pass,
You have no fear that you will be kicked out upon your ass.
I have a feeling that your ceiling is
Not made of glass.
O tidings of capital gains.
G o d bless you very wealthy men,
Do you repeat this song?
You owe success to your hard work, no one helped you along.
You've raised yourself to the top shelf;
Your bootstraps must be strong.
O tidings of capital gains.
G o d bless the poor and working class,
I do regret to tell:
There is no safety net to catch you if you ever fell.
Without much wealth or any health
Insurance when unwell.
O tidings of capital gains.
G o d bless the poor and working class
They've cut you down to size
Entitled only to those things you can afford to buy,
When pensions, schools, and fire protection
All are privatized.
O tidings of capital gains.
G o d bless the poor and working class,
It's time to take a stand
For decent wages, health, and pensions are our just demands.
It's time to fight we must unite.
Won't you lend a hand?
O tidings of capital gains.
Learn to Sew!
to the tune of Let it Snow
Oh, the economy's really frightful
But the shopping is so delightful
When you desperately need some dough
Learn to sew, learn to sew, learn to sew.
Oh, there's no sign the work is stopping
`cause the orders keep us hopping.
When you've got no place else to go,
Learn to sew, learn to sew, learn to sew.
When you finally say good night,
And it's two a.m. in the morn,
And the foreman wants to hold you tight,
And you wish that he'd never been born.
Oh, the economy's really frightful
But the shopping is so delightful
When you desperately need some dough
Learn to sew, learn to sew, learn to sew.
Oh, the industry isn't dying
But the work is really trying
When you're bank account's getting low
Learn to sew, learn to sew, learn to sew.
O' rubbish bin Are You Full of Food
to the tune of O' Little Town of Bethlehem
by quinn
O' rubbish bin are you full of food
For us to eat today?
I wonder why, when it's still good
The stores throw it away?
Could it be that it serves them
To make more than they sell?
And giving it to hungry folks
Won't pay them very well.
O' rubbish bin when I lift your lid
What treasure waits for me?
A winter coat? A basketball? A kilo bag of peas?
Though sometimes I get sickened
But it's not from the food
It's `cause I know that all their rubbish
Could feed my neighborhood.
O' rubbish bin, why are you locked?
You're wrapped in chains today.
Did you know it's against the law
To take what's thrown away?
But bolt cutters and crowbars
Can liberate your fill!
And make sure that it gets to folks
And not to a landfill!
Human Rights
to the tune of Silent Night
Human Rights, Immigrant Rights
Everyone, Join the fight
Fight for dignity, justice and peace
In your living and working place
Where your children are born
Where you make your home.
Human Rights, Immigrant Rights
Hear the Sweatshop workers plight
Broken families, INS raids
Child labor, owners greed
Everyone, open your eyes
Stand up, organize! (For revolution!)
