Grit Mayday
When the gimps move in on horseback and the people get
trampled on,
and the vans drive through the marching, somethings gonna
give tonight
And we all move in thousands, although it seems like were
outnumbered
The tensions just keep rising, heads are gonna roll
tonight.
Bush goes up in flames, but theyre still playing games -
with you
Well you can walk the streets of London. Brick and black
flag in your hand.
But every other day of the year, the truncheons in
command
I dont get off on violence, I dont get off on peace
You know that sticks and stone gonna break your bones
but words will never hurt them.
Vamos a chenga al govierno!
