Young boy is killed by a gun toting driver
He caught 'im, shot 'im, cause the kid went too far
When the man was asked why
He replied with conviction
"I caught the young punk throwing stones at my car"
Stones at my car

Uncle Sam's on the billboard
Stars and stripes shining
As I drive by he's a message for me
The sign reads "The constant preparation for war
This is the preservation of peace"

There's a war in our streets
There's a war in our streets
And we're loading our minds
With the word self-defence
And you take someone's life for crossing over our fence
There's a war in our streets
There's a war in our streets
And we're loading our minds
With the word self-defence
And you take someone's life for crossing over our fence
That's the freedom

Tricks on his door sent an old man's heart racing
Tricks on his mind broke his patience in two
He answered the door with the crack of a rifle
Paper boy dies delivering the news
Ahhh... he becomes the news

Folk heroes and murders
They're condoned and condemned
They're crucified, idolized
For taking their stand
Is this how we live?
All good people on guard
Defending our rights
In the home and native land


There's a war in our streets
There's a war in our streets
And we're loading our minds
With the word self-defence
And you take someone's life for crossing over your fence
There's a war in our streets
There's a war in our streets
And we're loading our minds
With the word self-defence
And you take someone's life for crossing over your fence
That's the freedom