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But you get to the place
Where the real slave-drivers live
It's walled off by the riot squad aiming guns right at your head
So you turn right around
And play right into their hands
And set your own neighborhood
Burning to the ground instead
Where the real slave-drivers live
It's walled off by the riot squad aiming guns right at your head
So you turn right around
And play right into their hands
And set your own neighborhood
Burning to the ground instead
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The barricades spring up from nowhere
Cops in helmets line the lines
Shotguns prod into your bellies
The trigger fingers want an excuse
Now!
The raging mob has lost its nerve
There's more of us but who goes first?
No one dares to cross the line
The cops know that they've won
It's all over but not quite, the pigs have just begun to fight
They club your heads, kick your teeth
Police can riot all that they please
Cops in helmets line the lines
Shotguns prod into your bellies
The trigger fingers want an excuse
Now!
The raging mob has lost its nerve
There's more of us but who goes first?
No one dares to cross the line
The cops know that they've won
It's all over but not quite, the pigs have just begun to fight
They club your heads, kick your teeth
Police can riot all that they please
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