And just because he's a human,
A man would like a little bite to eat.
He wants no pointless politics
That gives no bread or meat.
So left, two, three!
So left, two, three!
To the work that we must do!
March on in the Workers' United Front,
For you are a worker, too!
And just because he's human,
A man needs a household to stay.
The words and books won't keep him warm,
Nor the trenches of the fray.
So left, two, three!
So left, two, three!
To the work that we must do!
March on in the Workers' United Front,
For you are a worker, too!
And just because he's human,
He doesn't need a pistol to his head.
He wants no servants under him,
No master overhead.
So left, two, three!
So left, two, three!
To the work that we must do!
March on in the Workers' United Front,
For you are a worker, too!
And just because he's a worker,
No class can free him but his own.
The liberation of the working class
Is the job of the worker alone.
So left, two, three!
So left, two, three!
To the work that we must do!
March on in the Workers' United Front,
For you are a worker, too!