This workplace is ours, 
the choice of working hours, 
this property, 
from the bourgeoisie, 
It's ours ours ours ours, 

This commune is ours
This barbers saloon is ours
The city streets
Beneath Both of your feet
They're all emphatically ours

It all belongs to us
That restraunt to that bus
North, south, east and west

We caress it, 'cause we possess it
We've seized it and it ours

The floor and ceiling are ours
All your property's ours
You always knew it
That's all there is to it
It's ours, ours, ours, ours, ours,