The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti Lyrics

Father - yes, I am a prisoner
Fear not, to relate my crime
The crime is loving the forsaken
Only silence is shame
Blessed are the persecuted
And blessed are the pure in heart
Blessed are the mercyful
And blessed are the ones who mourn

Give to me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses, yearning to be free
The wretched refuge of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless
- send this task to me
And now I'll tell you
What's against us
And aught that's lived for centuries
Go through the years
And you will find
What's blackened all
Of the history
Father, yes I am a prisoner
Only silence is...
Shame