Lyrics

There's a price to pay, for what your wanna say Another revolution, there's no solution In the summertime, in the streets of crime Want a situation, one of desperation I've got, you've got Who's got the right to say - what's for me I've got, you've got - we've got an enemy There's no sympathy, a world of apathy In the name of peace, there's no relief Where did time go, on death row