The
streets are wild
With the guns and the lies
The children run
And the desperate hide
Somewhere a scream
Ignites the sky
And somebody laughs
As the innocent die.
Together we stand
And divided we fall.
If we don’t fight back
We’re gonna lose it all:
We gotta tear the dark,
We gotta break the night,
We gotta find the truth,
We gotta risk the light.
It’s millions of miles
To the flames of the sun;
Across the road
Flames the fire of a gun.
And in the empty eyes
Of the walking dead
Shine the tears of things
That nobody says.
The broken hearts in City Park
Sing the ballads of these streets;
Crowds go by and cut their eyes
On visions they can’t bear to see.
Way downtown, the devils and clowns
Are studying the Art of War.
And you and me, if we want to be free,
Can’t just stand here any more.
Chorus
The fists we raise
To dying days
Are like terror
in a heart on the run.
Too many times
We speak our lines
And don’t fool anyone.
We gotta risk the light.
Chorus
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