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There´s a price to pay, for what your wanna say
Another revolution, there´s no solution
In the summertime, in the streets of crime
want a situation, one of desperation.
I´ve got, you´ve got
Who´s got the right to say - what´s for me
I´ve got, you´ve got - we´ve got an enemy.
There´s no sympathy, a world of apathy
In the name of peace, there´s no relief
Where did time go, on death row.