From down in Calcutta, where utter misery and violence prevailed
Satyagraha you hailed
Down to Johannesburg
Where the 27-year-long prison walls lurked
Down in Memphis a reverend made king
In the face of it all made freedom ring
Down in New York the Dreamweaver weaved his dreams
Imagined he could lead us to peace
Hey Satyagraha, hey Satyagraha
Hey Satyagraha, hey Satyagraha
Satyagraha they shot you in the chest
They shut the great gates that you've opened up
Freedom rode straight into the wall
The dream is dead, it seems there's nothing left
It all seems too much for me such is the clout of despair everywhere
I come to doubt thee sometimes
Satyagraha, got doubt in my mind
I got nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Hey Satyagraha, hey Satyagraha
Hey Satyagraha, hey Satyagraha
All I've ever seen, all I've ever said
Seems to filter through the prism of how I've been bred
They've chiseled my perception, deception or not
But how can I believe when there's nothing I've got
That seems truly mine, my mind's a minefield of thoughts,
My head out of sorts, why not the rule of force
Why not the rule of the stronger, the longer I ponder,
I think, the less I am sure
What if not reason but might, shouldn't lastly decide what's wrong and what's right
Hey Satyagraha, hey Satyagraha
Hey Satyagraha, hey Satyagraha
Satyagraha, who the f*ck am I?
Who the f*ck am I to tell what's wrong from what's right
Father, Mother, Brother, Teacher, Preacher, not sure you've taught me right
How can I tell the darkness from light
Satyagraha, though you might lead to defeat
I ain't got nothing but your name to repeat
I ain't got nothing, nothing but that
Satyagraha, I ain't done with you yet
Hey Satyagraha, hey Satyagraha
Hey Satyagraha, hey Satyagraha