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Anastacia McCleskey
Anastacia McCleskey
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Ada Westfall
Ada Westfall
Исполнитель
Shaina Taub
Shaina Taub
Исполнитель
Kim Blanck
Kim Blanck
Исполнитель
Ally Bonino
Ally Bonino
Исполнитель
Nadia Dandashi
Nadia Dandashi
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Tsilala Brock
Tsilala Brock
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Jenn Colella
Jenn Colella
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Jaygee Macapugay
Jaygee Macapugay
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Nikki M. James
Nikki M. James
Исполнитель
Emily Whitaker
Emily Whitaker
Клавишные инструменты
Yuka Tadano
Yuka Tadano
Электрическая бас-гитара
Julianne Merrill
Julianne Merrill
Программирование
Nick Schenkel
Nick Schenkel
Программирование
Sam Starobin
Sam Starobin
Программирование
Beth Callen
Beth Callen
Гитара
Mazz Swift
Mazz Swift
Скрипка
Dara Hankins
Dara Hankins
Виолончель
Andrea Grody
Andrea Grody
Музыкальный директор
Rosa Avila
Rosa Avila
Барабаны
Sara Jacovino
Sara Jacovino
Тромбон
Randy Cohen
Randy Cohen
Программирование
Christine MacDonnell
Christine MacDonnell
Язычковые музыкальные инструменты
Emily Pecoraro
Emily Pecoraro
Язычковые музыкальные инструменты
Liesl Whitaker
Liesl Whitaker
Труба
Rebecca Steinberg
Rebecca Steinberg
Труба
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Shaina Taub
Shaina Taub
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Shaina Taub
Shaina Taub
Продюсер
Craig Rosen
Craig Rosen
Исполнительный продюсер
Mikey Parker
Mikey Parker
Исполнительный продюсер
Pete Ganbarg
Pete Ganbarg
Исполнительный продюсер
Andrea Grody
Andrea Grody
Музыкальный супервайзер
Jess Birch
Jess Birch
Техник барабанов
Dean Sharenow
Dean Sharenow
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Thom Beemer
Thom Beemer
Инженер звукозаписи
Ed Wedberg
Ed Wedberg
Техник звукозаписи

Слова

Inmates, this is my prison mess hall
You will sit down, shut up and eat your food
But matron, we are political prisoners and we refuse-
Guards, if one of these girls says another damn word, knock her teeth out
Now eat your food
Don't touch the food
But when will we eat?
Not 'til they release us
What?
Quiet, eat your food
Hunger strike
Strike (guards!)
Strike! Strike!
Strike! Strike!
Strike! Strike! (Guards, shut them up)
Strike! Strike!
You won't last the night
Hold it together, see it through
Don't let despair get the best of you
Push down the pain, thicken your skin
Hold it together, never give in
God bless our great republic
God bless our grand old flag
God bless the land of freedom we hold dear
Let mother serve, we're here to help the war
We'll conserve our food to feed our soldiers even more
'Cause the kitchen is the key to U.S. victory
So mister, won't you please let mother serve?
We'll now take a recess for tea
Are you all right?
I just need air, I'm fine, I'm fine
Perhaps the problem's with your spine
Mollie, would you stop it?
If we fall in line about the war, you'll see
We'll get the President to finally hear our case
So please drop it
But the Carrie I know would never condone this carnage
If you don't like it, go join Alice Paul in jail
Is this about besting Alice Paul or winning the vote?
Which do you care about more?
What a coward you've become
Fight your own war
Hold it together, see it through
Don't let your age get the best of you
Push down the pain, thicken your skin
Hold it together, never get in
Ruza, no
Stay strong for Inez
Get her name out of your mouth
Was killing her not enough for you?
How dare you say that to her?
What matters is Inez kept fighting
Even though she was tired and sick
So we owe it to her to do the same
Alice, it's been a week
I'm losing my mind
Don't worry
Wilson will be shamed into a pardon as soon as word gets out
He's letting women die of starvation
Oh, how comforting
From the moment we met
You promised me we would burn him down
We will, but-
But it is five years later
He's still in power
Our friend is dead
And now we are dying in prison
Why are you fighting me?
I am not the enemy
That's enough
Guards, take 'em away
Except you, stay put
Your husband is here
Husband?
Good God, what have they done to you, Miss Stevens?
I mean, Mistress Malone
Hello, darling
I am here on behalf of the Chief of Police
The President has ordered my wife's immediate release
She's all yours, sir
See if you can beat some sense into her
Congratulations on your new job (what?)
You're a Suff now
Let's get moving
Yes, sir (ma'am)
Yes, I am
Hold it together, see it through
Don't let the bastards intimidate you
Push down the pain, thicken your skin
Hold it together, hold it together
Hold it together, never give in
Written by: Shaina Taub
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