Theres a price to pay, for what your wanna say Another revolution, theres no solution In the summertime, in the streets of crime want a situation, one of desperation. Ive got, youve got Whos got the right to say - whats for me Ive got, youve got - weve got an enemy. Theres no sympathy, a world of apathy In the name of peace, theres no relief Where did time go, on death row.