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 shortcut through the kitchen
Mister Kennedy
Someone is waiting to see you
Feel the metal sting
Listen to the people, Bobby cried
Free the people let them go
And Bobby died
Into the sights of your rifle was Martin Luther King
Fire 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
