Take Your Hands Off It

Get your dirty hands off my Constitution now

It was written down you can't tear it down

Hear me talking to you buddy I swear it's true

Take your hands off it you know it don't belong to you

Get your greasy hands off my Bill of Rights

It was written right you can't make it wrong

You can't stop me singing this true lonesome song

Take your hands off it you know it don't belong to you

Get your greasy stinking hands off my voting rights

I'll vote how I please I'll vote how I choose

You can spend your money but in the end you're bound to lose

Can't Jim Crow down my vote 'cause you know it don't belong to you

Get your greedy hands off the unions now

With your sweatshop kids in foreign distant lands

They might be locked down but the world is watching too

That's our sisters and brothers you know they don't belong to you

What's your sanctimonious hands doin' in my reproductive rights

Get them out of there that's none of your affair

You don't speak for God you know he don't belong to you

You ain't talking to him you know he don't belong to you

Get your bloody hands off the peoples of the world

And your war machine and your corporation thieves

That lets you keep your job and pays your dirty salary

Take your hands off us you know we don't belong to you