Long-haired preachers come out every night,    Try to tell you what's wrong or what's right,   But when asked about something to eat    They will tell you in voices so sweet:   You will eat by and by    In that glorious land above the sky (way up high)   Work and pray, live on hay,    You'll get pie in the sky when you die   And the starvation army, they pray and they sing    And they dance and they play   Till they get all your coin on the drum;    Then they tell you that you're on the bum   If you fight for the good things in life    They will tell you to stop all the strife   Be a sheep for the bosses they say,    Or to Hell you are sure on the way   Working folks of all countries unite,    Side by side for freedom we will fight   When the world and its wealth we have gained,    To the rafters we'll sing this refrain:   You will eat, by and by,    When you learn how to cook and how to fry (and bake a pie),   Chop some wood, t'will do you good   And you'll eat in the sweet by and by - that's no lie!