Tore the pages from their Torahs. Hurled torches at their doors

So they departed Polish ports and boarded boats

To court the green lady with that copper torch

Who rose up gorgeous off the shore

Endured that stormy weather for me

Ellis Island, hellish journey

Maggots in the hard barley

Some shot off their own toes so they couldn't be forced

To march in the Tsar's army

Bodies pitched in ditches, singed and bludgeoned

Burned the children in the ovens by the dozens

Burned the witches in New England by the coven

They burn the different ones, so clutch your cousins close

'Cause such is life, it's cuts and strife and

Stitches, punches, knives and hungry crows

Nothing guarantees survival

And we won't stop this terror sticking flowers

In the barrels of their rifles

We fight the hatred with the light

And when they think we'll fold and wave that bright rag

We won't surrender

We'll wipe the blood up with the white flag