Where I'm from
There's poverty
All kinds of inequality

Nobody comes here
Nobody leaves

Don't have to go far
Even to see
The Whipping Report
In the library
Hear one voice
Start singing
In the dirt
Twelve picks are ringing

Nobody comes here
Nobody leaves

Don't have to go far
Even to see
12 mortal men bound
In a song of liberty

Don't have to go far
The music I hear
Is 12 mortal men singing
In ecstasy and fear
In my heart
I see a crowd
A thousand, souls marching and proud

Everyone gathered
Each one is loved