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