Drag him away Pontius Pilate
Drag him to every hill
Nail him before weeping women
Break his legs if you will
Listen to the people Jesus cried
Free my people, let them go
And Jesus died

Take a short cut through the kitchen
Mister Kennedy
Someone is waiting to see you
Feel the metal sting
Listen to the people Bobby cried
Free my people, let them go
And Bobby died

Into the nights of your rifle
Was Martin Luther King
Fired away in your anger
Flung him to his knees
Listen to the people Martin cried
Free my people, let them go
And Martin died

Drag me away from my Woodstock
Shove me along
Drag me away to your dungeon
Something is wrong
Listen to the people they're crying
Free my people, let them go