| "Louis Lingg" | |
| His name was Louis Lingg An immigrant at twenty-three When push came to shove Lingg rose above Lingg could not stand idly by For his convictions he died Locked up for over a year Dynamite blew away his fears Chicago workers in the fray Fighting for the eight hour day Push came to shove Lingg rose above While I dont agree With his strategy You gotta respect That sorta intellect State enemy - his destiny was anarchy He was no pawn Somehow in that bomb There was wisdom Lingg blown away Pieces he lay Free from all strife Lingg took his life Execution day Lingg not afraid Did not hide He chose suicide Inside the bomb there was wisdom Lingg blew himself and the jailguard away | |