I got a fling, a great fling
With all the things that bling
I can feel the money
The money hoarding up like hills…
I dig for gold
What I get, I just hold
I wont dare to lose my hold
I don’t want to get back being sold…
The red coats, have flung me, with atrocity
They beat me, am a part of, their slavery
I work whole day and night, with no wages in sight
If they don’t need me, I’ll be sent to their cavalry…
I am static, my veins drugged
I am broken and hurt, My wife cut
My children stay alone in my hut…
I want my freedom
Want my family and redeem them
And beat ‘em, beat the ones who beat my life
Beat the red coats and get freedom…
There’s no hope, I thought all is lost
But suddenly comes great Bose
I will fight for him, fight under him
And strive for that ray hope…
Till that time I will dog for gold
Who has the money has the power’s hold
These are golden words of old…
This is “aam aadmi”, a fucked up man
Pre-independence’s “aam aadmi”
Get up, lets fight enemy man
Come all, come be true Hindustani