Thereґs a price to pay, for what your wanna say
Another revolution, thereґs no solution
In the summertime, in the streets of crime
want a situation, one of desperation.
Iґve got, youґve got
Whoґs got the right to say - whatґs for me
Iґve got, youґve got - weґve got an enemy.
Thereґs no sympathy, a world of apathy
In the name of peace, thereґs no relief
Where did time go, on death row
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