I took a stroll on a Saturday night It was the first spring of a new millennium Flush with Cold War successes And stock market excesses And I could feel it in the air So I walked a little taller and I walked proud
Suddenly swept by a crowd They were chanting with one voice In protest of what they saw was wrong That's when the cops moved in Of nightsticks meeting skulls And I saw the blood in pools on the asphalt That swelled through the crowd
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