Theres a price to pay, for what your wanna say



Another revolution, theres no solution



In the summertime, in the streets of crime



want a situation, one of desperation.

Ive got, youve got



Whos got the right to say  whats for me



Ive got, youve got  weve got an enemy.

Theres no sympathy, a world of apathy



In the name of peace, theres no relief



Where did time go, on death row.