Hold back the edges of your gowns\nYou asked for hell, elected clowns\nWith no dissent for how things are\nOr gently pushed beneath a car\nOur leaders are assassins' friends\nAnd we aren't needed for their ends\nNo industry or open wars\nSo cut health care and lock the doors\nBut I'm with you if you're with me\nTake my hand, I'm with you in Rockland\nI'm with you in Rockland\nAnd don't it make you want to howl\nSo where's the champion\nOf Mary Queen O'Scots?\nAnd liberty and chivalry\nTo damn the MI5 for C.N.D\nI need someone with a memory\nOf what we used to mean by morally\nAnd all we can find is old Jack Ruby\nWhen the victor rewrites history\nThe napalm lights his vanity\nI'm with you if you're with me\nTake my hand, I'm with you in Rockland\nI'm with you in Rockland\nAnd don't it make you want to howl\nJosephine the singer called\nShe made a comeback in the psychiatric ward\nWhere the shock is mightier than the sword\nAnd the adverts obscure the blackboard\nAnd chalk is something we can't afford\nAnd the only class is how to be bored\nBut my hopes are still on the soul horse\nThis is my Woody for president waltz\n'Cause I'm with you if you're with me\nTake my hand, I'm with you in Rockland\nI'm with you in Rockland\nAnd don't it make you want to howl