Brixton

I saw a new generation coming Under the smoke of Oakland In and out, the streets are breathing Under the smoke of Oakland Chaos, disorder, looting and loiter From a blind man praying for some silence Take a load of my mind, not a My best intentions always ended in a fight You can send me to hell, expose me, I'll tell Take control and tell what they're doing 250 dead, the Tribune read Oakland's going off like a bomb! Armageddeon is coming so you better start runnin' 'cause the big wave is comin' to the shore No surprise that you see through the lies Of a system rotten to the core High tech surveillance, paranoia and violence Keeping the city at a calm 250 dead, the Tribune read Oakland's going off like a bomb! Man, it just don't seem right. See, everytime I turn around it's the same old story. And it just don't seem right. And I wonder when's it gonna end? Knockin' down the doors, slogans on the walls One said Fight Back & The System Will Fall Police came out with tear gas and flames Chaos in the city beating them at the game Don't pay the poll tax, the headlines read 30 cops beaten, another one dead The fight lasted on til the break of the night A thousand angry looters who knew they were right --- Brixton - Rancid