| And the sound of the siren screams through the
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| And the streets re-echo with the rifle’s crack
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| Oh what are the thoughts that go racing through your brain
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| And mess your mind up
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| At the sight of the city that’s gone completely insane
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| Where will it wind up
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| Come on with me let me take you down there
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| To the hate-haunted canyon of human despair
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| Over the dark invisible wall
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| Through the sickening stench of the tenament hall
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| Oh how can I tell in terms of black and white
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| Why there’s fire in the city tonight
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| Oh what are the thoughts that go racing through your brain
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| And mess your mind up
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| At the sight of the city that’s gone completely insane
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| Where will it wind up
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| I know by your face that you don’t know the sound
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| Of a club that’s beaten a man to the ground
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| Where your home is your prison, your skin a disgrace
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| And the gates of your nation swing shut in your face
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| Oh how can I tell you in terms of black and white
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| Why there’s fire in the city tonight
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| Oh what are the thoughts that go racing through your brain
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| And mess your mind up
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| At the sight of the city that’s gone completely insane
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| Where will it wind up
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| Oh pause for a minute and ask yourself why
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| The red glow of fire lights up the sky
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| And at the sound of the siren you really know
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| That you truly do reap just what you sow
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| Oh how can I tell you in terms of black and white
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| Why there’s fire in the city tonight
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| Oh how can I tell you in terms of black and white
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| Why there’s fire in the city tonight
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| Oh how can I tell you in terms of black and white
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| Why there’s fire in the city tonight |