ThereÃ's a price to pay, for what your wanna say
Another revolution, thereÃ's no solution
In the summertime, in the streets of crime
want a situation, one of desperation.
IÃ've got, youÃ've got
WhoÃ's got the right to say - whatÃ's for me
IÃ've got, youÃ've got - weÃ've got an enemy.
ThereÃ's no sympathy, a world of apathy
In the name of peace, thereÃ's no relief
Where did time go, on death row.