Well, they tell me of a pie in the sky,
Waiting for me when I die.
But between the day you're born an' when you die,
They never even seem to hear you cry. 

So, as sure as the sun will shine,
I'm gonna get my share, now, of what's mine.
And the harder they come,
The harder they fall, one and all.
The harder they come,
The harder they fall, one and all.

Well, the officers are tryin' to keep me down:
Trying to drive me underground.
And they think that they have got the battle won:
I say: "Forgive them Lord, they know not what they've done."

'Cause as sure as the sun will shine,
I'm gonna get my share, now, of what's mine.
And the harder they come,
The harder they fall, one and all.
An' the harder they come,
The harder they fall, one and all.

(Ooh, ooh,)
(Ooh, ooh,)
(Ooh, ooh.)

I keep on fighting for the things I want,
Though, I know, that when you're dead, you can't.
But I'd rather be a free man in my grave,
Than living as a puppet or a slave.

So, as sure as the sun will shine,
I'm gonna get my share, now, of what's mine.
And then the harder they come,
The harder they fall, one and all.
And the harder they come,
The harder they fall, one and all.

And the harder they come,
The harder they fall, one and all.