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