Went out to the streets To see what we could do The capitalists had their cups of tea And the fascists were there too An enemy for every day of the week And a bomb in my heart for each one The older I get, the worse it gets And the stakes keep going up Words are painted on it but it's also a blockade We'll use it to defend ourselves when Timoney comes our way Riot cops come swoopin' down, swingin' their batons We'll hold each other tight tonight and sing each other songs A, give me an A Later at the show, we try not to forget We try to see what's good about it, yeah! Seein' Red, split your ears Dance to Elvis all night long Born Against, loud as shit Move your hips all night long And all the while you're screamin' Thinking softly to yourself What am I gonna do? Ain't comin' back Running across the sea Ain't comin' back You never heard of me Ain't comin' back Say a prayer for me Then you caught me thinkin' I would die for this Words are painted on it but it's also a blockade We'll use it to defend ourselves when Timoney comes our way Riot cops come swoopin' down, swingin' their batons We'll hold each other tight tonight and sing each other songs A, give me an A



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