ThereÂ's a price to pay, for what your wanna say
Another revolution, thereÂ's no solution
In the summertime, in the streets of crime
want a situation, one of desperation.
IÂ've got, youÂ've got
WhoÂ's got the right to say - whatÂ's for me
IÂ've got, youÂ've got - weÂ've got an enemy.
ThereÂ's no sympathy, a world of apathy
In the name of peace, thereÂ's no relief
Where did time go, on death row.