wake up, look around to see
what it means to be free
here, they're coming all dressed in black
with the finger on the trigger
we're here to say what we think
but they seem to gain vigour
some idiots are throwing stones now
time to get lost you say
the crowd of guards is getting bigger
we're turning and running away
stand against the wall now then look to me
your picture is taken for your own safety
I remember the last time in this room
I didn't think I'd be here again so soon
supersonic silence scissors
please cleave this ancient spell
I hope that someone's making sure that
the guards will burn in hell
I'm watching you
you're watching me
she's watching Paul
and the eye in the sky is watching us all
so the city still got me in it's iron claw
don't trust your neighbours, don't trust the law
and if it hits you, you can't run away
you can't hide you can't stay
the guards will get you – you know they will
you better start running they've got the licence to kill
do you remember the last time in that room?
you better do, cause the next time will be your doom

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