Don't look, bow your head,
If keep your mouth shut, they will leave you be
They want to control everything;
They are the men and women in power
They have a violence monopoly
Do you dare to defy them?
They will never understand your dreams
they want the world to be ugly and grey
And whatever we build up, they will tear it down
But for a time, our world had become reality

There was a place where their rules no longer applied
There was a house that broke through the grey concrete,
filled with defiance
The last place here, where the wildest of kids could 
take root
The world didn't seem so evil,
with the worn out wooden floors beneath your feet.

They think they can kill us off
Make us into copies of themselves
On our knees, that's where they want us
They can keep their plastic and their pensions
Their intolerance and their millions
Their designer furniture and angst filled homes
They can keep it all, we will never be as them

24 years, in the underground, out of their control
24 years, they thought we would forget if
they threatened with violence
But there's a very long way from Jagtvej to city hall
And their unlucky number will from now on and always be 
69

Military helicopters over Jagtvej
attack the house that never surrendered
The last battle against the cowards of the state
Bricks & sticks versus teargas and pistols
Now the streets are burning in Copenhagen
The rocks are flying in the name of a house
In this kind of storm there's no shelter to find
See the kids on the streets force the cops to their 
knees.