Текст песни: Mischief Brew. All Our Comrades.

All across every land
every soul every hand
from the clerk to the crook
from the pawn to the rook
trace the path route to route
scrape the muck from the boot
and i found that somehow
all the comrades

with this beat from a drum
with the shot of a gun
from my mouth from my mind
from a heart out of minds
every act of revolt
from your dream and awoke
rub the eyes
just to find
all the comrades

every soul every hand
all the comrades
every heart every land
all the comrades