Thereí‚´s a price to pay, for what your wanna say
Another revolution, thereí‚´s no solution
In the summertime, in the streets of crime
want a situation, one of desperation.
Ií‚´ve got, youí‚´ve got
Whoí‚´s got the right to say, whatí‚´s for me
Ií‚´ve got, youí‚´ve got, weí‚´ve got an enemy.
Thereí‚´s no sympathy, a world of apathy
In the name of peace, thereí‚´s no relief
Where did time go, on death row.