Behind The Chemical Sheds

Verse 1:
They came in the night
I was in the middle of Vendetta revellin' in my favourite film
They had the gall to interrupt this, corrupt pigs
Musta been eyein my metadata keepin' pace
Whenever I conversed in cyberspace
Must've had surveillance on my place
The steady foot traffic of Anarchists & their mates
Going in & out, in & out, in & out; fuck the system
But they waited 'til I was alone, busted in
Next second I'm tear gassed & tackled to the ground
Got a knee to my kidney; I'm hearin' sounds
Transmission to base: "Sir, we got him & we're bringin' him in"
Then I took a boot to the chin
I came to with a bruise & as usual my seditious views
Ready to spew 'em up in the face of these government goons
Told me they would hurt me if I didn't talk; this is what I said:
"I would rather die behind the chemical sheds!"
Chorus (x2):
They replied, "Oh a wise guy
"Keep it up we'll have no other option but to have ya tried
"Treason & Sedition; gonna hang ya high"
Bitch, ain't you listen what I said?
"I would rather die behind the chemical sheds!" (X2)
Verse 2:
With a bullet in my head, with a bullet in my heart
Than share any information that may give 'em a part
Of a picture of a plot of a people finna reclaim
The power that was stolen when capitalism came
And made us all slave just to justify the right to exist
Made us hate those who resist
Call 'em lazy ,call 'em parasites; bloody dole-bludging
Bitch, there is really no such thing
As a human who should have to work & pay their way
Conform in uniform in order just to get to have their say
We ain't Rats In A Maze; I'm amazed
That I be the same species as y'all, confused & dazed
I'll never play the part of that lemming
Running to the cliff's edge, like Bliss said, we stemming
From the same Earth but I stand on different ground
And mine's vibrating from The Radical Sound
Behind The Chemical Sheds, 'cause I'm seditious & vicious
They told me to talk; their every word, it was malicious
My venom coincided with saliva like Eddie Brock
And plenty got my fluid in they face like was they gettin' cock
Now they gettin' glocks as the clock tick tocks
And I wipe the remains of my final meal with the southern cross
This is it, it's time for my swan song
Death Sentence, ha_ you know it's on!