Cradle Will Rock Page #14

You know, Mr. Mister.

He'll come and bail us out!

Phone for Mr. Mister

to come and bail us out.

We're the most respectable

families in the city.

- We're Steeltown's Liberty Committee.

- We're against the union.

- We're against the drive.

- Why, I drew up the manifesto.

Steeltown is clean

Steeltown's a real town

We don't want a union

In Steeltown

I am the Reverend Salvation.

We have formed the Liberty Committee

to combat against socialism,

Communism, radicalism

and especially unionism.

- I'm the editor of the Steeltown News.

- I'm his personal doctor.

And I'm Mr. Mister's personal wife.

Mr. Mister's Mrs. Missus.

I'm his daughter,

Sister Mister.

I'm his son,

Junior Mister.

- Who is this Mr. Mister?

- Better ask who he's not.

He owns steel and everything else.

So Mr. Mister

please take pity

Come and save

your pet committee

From disaster

First case.

Name?

- Reverend Salvation.

- Habitual prostitute since 1915.

So sayeth it in the Bible

So must it be

Thou shalt not kill

Peace on earth

Toward men goodwill

Only goodwill

As your shepherd I implore

Turn from thoughts

of wicked war

War we do abhor

Let's do something

before we've got too old

I'm glad I'm not too old

to tie a can to a doggie's tail

Let's raise chickens, raise the dickens,

go to church and be on time for excitement

And indictment would be swell

if we invent a crime

Let's do something

to kill the monotony

Let's go in for botany

if they've got any And if not any

So we must set the tone right,

please don't be quite so downright

Simply answer

both yes and no

It's true You've preached

so much for peace

But now it seems

that peace

May be

a little expensive

Please don't

think me offensive

Just restrain

your intensive ardor

Oh, the press, the press

The freedom of the press

You'll never take away

the freedom of the press

-That Foreman series now

-Yes, Mr. Mister, yes

With a hey-diddle-dee

and a ho-nonny

- No

- No?

Yes, Mr. Mister, yes!

For whichever side will pay

the best

All you clergymen must now prepare

A special prayer

and do your share

Oh, yes, your share

Thou shalt...

War, war Kill all the dirty Huns

and those Austro-Hungarians

War, war

We're entering the war

Make the world safe

for democracy

Make the world safe

for liberty

Make the world safe for steel

and the Mister family

Of course

it's peace we're for

This is war to end

All war

Amen

I can see the market rising

like a beautiful bird

Collection!

Mr. Mister!

Where have you been, sir?

- You're Larry Foreman!

- You're Larry Foreman!

- Ex-foreman.

- I've been...

I've been...

Looking...

I've been looking

all over town for you.

Yeah? Well,

how's the union returns?

Well, they haven't... Haven't

come back with a decision yet.

Mr. Foreman, I know

a lot about you.

- Yeah?

- You were once in my employ.

Now look, we both

want the same thing.

A fair, square deal

for everybody.

Why don't you

persuade your union...

to join with the Liberty Committee

in one great big united organization?

Thank you.

Let me understand you.

You'd like my services in swinging your

way all the people I have signed up.

All the people who agree

with the union.

You want me

to change their minds.

- Is that it?

-That's it That's it

- Now do it

- That's rather strongly put.

Oughta be worth

quite a sum to you, eh?

I thought so.

Every man has his price.

And every day is a wonderland tour

Oh, you can dream

and scheme and happily put

Then take, take and put

But first be sure

The nickel's under your foot

And if you're sweet

then you'll grow rotten

Wait! I'm kinda funny that way. I'd like

to know now how much it might be worth.

Who do you think you are?

Go on! Go on!

That's Mr. Mister making you

an offer! Take it! Take it!

Making you an offer!

Mr. Mister!

You don't say.

Worth that much

to you, eh?

Well, you take

all that money...

and you go buy yourself

a big piece of toast!

- Idiot!

- Marvelous!

Now then,

get outta here!

Hooray!

And take this little girl

with ya!

Out there,

she doesn't cost ya nothin'!

In jail, you're liable

to have to feed her!

Why, you goddamned skunk. I'll break

you. I'll drive you outta town.

- Lynch him!

- Get rid of him!

Yes, lynch! Kill!

Listen once and for all,

ya scared bunch of ninnies!

Outside in the square,

they're startin' something...

that's gonna tear the cat gut

outta your stinkin' rackets.

That's steel

marchin' out in front.

The people in this town

are findin' out what it's all about.

They're growin' up.

And when everybody gets together

like steel's getting together tonight,

where are ya then?

Listen, you black legions!

You Ku Kluxers!

You vigilantes hidin' up there

in the cradle of the Liberty Committee!

When the storm breaks,

the cradle will fall!

Listen! The boilermakers are with us!

That's the boilermakers' kids.

The roughers, the rollers!

Steel! Your steel!

They done it!

- Hey, they're marchin' down here.

- Ain't got no permit to march.

- Arrest them!

- Arrest 'em? There's thousands of 'em.

They're standin' in front

of the courthouse. They're right here.

- My God. What do they want with me?

- Don't worry.

That's not for you.

That's just a union marching.

And then they put out their hands

And feel stormy weather

A birdie ups and cries

"Boys, this looks bad"

You haven't used your eyes

You'll wish you had

That's thunder

That's lightning

And it's gonna surround you

No wonder those storm birds

Seem to circle around you

Well, you can't climb down

And you can't sit still

That's a storm that's

gonna last until

The final wind blows

And when the wind blows

The cradle will rock

Yes!

That's thunder

That's lightning

And it's gonna surround you

No wonder those storm birds

Seem to circle around you

Well, you can't climb down

and you can't say no

You can't stop the weather

Not with all your dough

For when the wind blows

Oh, when the wind blows

The cradle will rock

The cradle will rock

- I love you, baby!

- I love you!

The cradle will rock!

Maybe you wonder

what it is

Makes people good or bad

Why some guy

An ace without a doubt

Turns out to be a bastard

And the other way about

I'll tell you what I feel

It's just the nickel

Under the heel

Oh, you can live

like hearts and flowers

And every day

is a wonderland tour

Oh, you can dream and scheme

And happily put and take

Take and put

But first be sure

That nickel's

under your foot

Go stand on someone's neck

while you're taking

Cut into somebody's throat

as you put

For every dream and scheme

Depending on whether

All through the storm

You've kept it warm

That nickel under your foot

And if you're sweet

then you'll grow rotten

Your pretty heart

covered over with soot

And if for once you're gay

And devil-may-careless

And, oh, so hot

I'll know you've got

That nickel under your foot

Croon, Croon till it hurts, baby

Croon

My heart asserts, baby

Croonin'in spurts, baby

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