No Pasaran

You say it can't happen, it already did Peasants and workers lived black and red They fought with their hearts and built with their minds Anarchist soldiers on the front lines They won't fuck with us much longer No matter what A rural revolt reclaimed the land Poor farmers replaced cowards who fled Collective farms based on mutual aid Abolished money and everyone's paid They won't fuck with us much longer No matter what A stateless society, true fucking liberty Passion and dignity, FAI and CNT Living for hundreds of years on our knees We fight for the right to live as we please No masters, no slaves, no weaker, no stronger And you won't fuck with us much longer The seat of my heroes, the pain of our tears From waiting for real life for sixty-five years They can bury our bodies but not our dreams