(chorus) He saw the injustice He wrote without fear He exposed all the lies This man Upton Sinclair.
If you follow the path of Walt Whitman And hobo around this land You will notice that professors Try to tell you what’s “good” and “bad” They will praise a T.S. Eliot Or a Yeats and Ezra Pound But they won’t mention Mammonart It’s a book that’s underground. (chorus)
He studied the Civil War And Harriet Beecher Stowe He wrote a book Manassas And then to Chicago, he did go He observed closely the stockyards And wrote about it all in prose The Jungle described the world And exposed the wage-slave’s foes. (chorus)
He saw the miners’ struggle And wrote the book King Coal His mind always kept working He wrote the book Oil! He exposed the schools and press And religion and magazines He wrote a book Money Writes Which made the gentry scream. (chorus)
He went up to New England For Sacco and Vanzetti The book Boston, he wrote Exposed the Brahmins’ greed His characters were real And not obsessed sexually His books tell of the workers And of their enemies. (chorus)
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