12 Mortal Men

Where I'm from There's poverty All kinds of inequality Nobody comes here Nobody leaves Don't have to go far Even to see The Whipping Report In the library Hear one voice Start singing In the dirt Twelve picks are ringing Nobody comes here Nobody leaves Don't have to go far Even to see 12 mortal men bound In a song of liberty Don't have to go far The music I hear Is 12 mortal men singing In ecstasy and fear In my heart I see a crowd A thousand, souls marching and proud Everyone gathered Each one is loved