Are we all detainees? Without rights trapped inside motives Presented by the black and the white And bleeding blue ray red but only to amplify Heroes
He was the artful dodger of the bullet blasts While the cop cars passed him by For the wolves-in-sheep's-clothes politics And the pop stars Young men
We get torn apart All our lives Told that we're useless or gifted Loved or despised Too many generations passed And passing But all their progress Lost
Dead boys Dig through all this condescension Speech from the desert echo to cities Coming in louder and clearer Communicate this capital cancer Fuck
