We Will All Be Bhagat Singh

river of life meets river of death

forests never walk, dear Macbeth

and there's no milk in the Milky Way

they hang Bhagat Singh everyday

the river of love - it flows on still

the sharpest knives refuse to kill

by the bends of this ceaseless fight

they burn Bhagat Singh every night

the river of blood - it sinks all boats

it guts all guts and slits all throats

'freedom!' 'freedom!' - the thunders shout

but that's not what it's really about

the river of hope - it freezes here

there's no dream, no nightmare

and martyrs aren't worth a dime

so they kill Bhagat Singh all the time

but there's a river that'll ever flow

no one knows what it's called though

but it gives them killers a mighty scare

for Bhagat rows his boat out there

there's no right and there's no wrong

all that's there is this lousy song

and the nameless river flows on strong

for Bhagat must be rowing along

Row on, Comrade, the skies are red

And my hungry kid is yet unfed

Selfish me, I think of you

For that's the best I can really do

flow on, fighter, the clouds are big

the ugly judge has lost his wig

there's no noose to hold your neck

but there are fleets we have to wreck

and there are chains we have to lose

and there are paths we have to choose

and for every knife on every throat

there's a Bhagat rowing our boat

the killers rule the earth and seas

and Rome was saved by cackling geese

but one day they'll cackle no more

for Bhagat Singh will stand by the shore

and we'll all go out and stand by him

and make our way through this ghastly dim

and the bells of freedom - we'll hear them sing

and we will all be Bhagat Singh