Wild on the Streets

Wild on the streets...
The words of freedom on the tongue of a snake with a democratic face
Bought and paid for by the lies of the state without a human trait
Well under the heels of a tyranny waits a long forgotten voice
And revolution is the ultimate fate of the whip and gun
Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
Out in the heat, wild on the streets
Wild on the streets, wild on the streets
I said wild, wild, wild, wild, wild...
People, listen to the words of a friend, to lie you have to breath
Television, hey, tell it again, the people pay no heed
We want equality but what do we get? Bullets and ballots again
I said roll in your grave, Beethoven, and the death march beats on
Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
Out in the heat, wild on the streets
Wild...
On leather jackets and broken chain in walls of mortar and lies
These are the words of our fate inscribed standing twelve feet high
Here are the free men who inherit the earth, here are the words that died
I said roll in your grave, Beethoven, and the death march beats on
Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
Out in the heat, wild on the streets
Wild on the streets, wild on the streets
I said wild, wild, wild, wild, wild
Nowhere to run is nothing like fun
Out in the heat, wild on the streets