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 d**h row.