Rags: The New American Musical: Bread And Freedom / Dancing With The Fools

Sisters, we stand
Joining, hand in hand
For the bread and freedom
One union we stand
Ten thousand feet
O'er the land we tread
March for bread and freedom
Give us now our freedom
And bread

Sisters, we stand
Brothers, hand in hand
For the bread and freedom
One union we stand
Ten thousand feet
O'er the land we tread
March for bread and freedom
Freedom! Freedom!
Give us bread and freedom
Freedom! Freedom! (No union, no work!)
Give us bread and freedom! (No union, no work)
Bread and freedom! (No union, no work)
Bread and freedom! (No union, no work)
Now they've got to pay us out (No union, no work)
Let the bosses go to hell (No union, no work)
Now they've got to gets to sell (No union, no work)
Let the bosses go to hell (No union, no work)
Freedom
Freedom

Suddenly I see you, Nathan (Freedom! Freedom)
Is this really you? (Give us bread and freedom)
Did I run from cossacks
To become one, too? (Give us bread and freedom now)
All these questions, Nathan
I don't know what to do
(Shush, shush, shush, oh little one)
Can we stop now? (Finally you can stop now)
I don't see how I can undo (Papa will take care of you)
Just the way you want him to
This was it (Come to Papa)
Come to Papa

Everything you want
On a silver platter
Look, the dream came true
Take his hand and go
Take it, what's the matter?
What's come over you?
You were always smart
When was it you started dancing with the fools?
Look at the fools
There are walls at their heels
But they dance
And they dream
And they fall
And they bleed
And they get right up and dance
And I'm dancing with them
Nathan will be angry
Why? Why?
When I was going home
And safe and warm
Do I sail back in a storm
The unknown sea
Is there for to be?
Me?

Dancing with the fools
Could it be I'm losing everything I want?
Dancing with the fools
Could it be I'm choosing life?
Who did this? It's a new dance
Taking my chances with chance
I don't want to live sobbing at the table
For the dancing fools and me
Now they've got no gets to sell
Let the bosses go to hell
Now they've got no gets to sell
Let the bosses go to hell
Now they've got no gets to sell
Let the bosses go to hell (No union! No work!)
Now they've got no gets to sell (No union, no work!)
Let the bosses go to hell (No union, no work!)
Now they've got no gets to sell (No union, no work!)
Let the bosses go to hell (No union, no work!)