Wild on the streets

Wild on the streets

The words of freedom on the tongue of a snake

A democratic face

Burning paper bellow lies of the state

Without a human trace

Under the hills a maturing awaits

A long forgotten voice

And revolution is the ultimate fate

Of the whip and gun

Nowhere to run

It's nothing like fun

Out in the heat

Wild on the streets

Wild on the streets

Wild on the streets

I said wild, wild, wild, wild, wild

People listen to the words of a friend

To lie you have to breathe

Television, hey, tell it again

That people they don't need

We want equality but what do we get

Bullets and ballots again

I said roll in your grave, Beethoven

In the death march, Beethoven

Nowhere to run

It's nothing like fun

Out in the heat

Wild on the streets

Wild, yeah

Leather jackets and broken chains

On walls of modern lies

Here are the words of our faded scribes

They stand twelve feet high

Here are the free men who inherit the earth

Hey, here are the words that died

I said roll in your grave, Beethoven

In the death march, Beethoven

Nowhere to run

It's nothing like fun

Out in the heat

Wild on the streets

Wild on the streets

Wild on the streets

I said wild, wild, wild, wild, wild

Nowhere to run

It's nothing like fun

Out in the heat

Wild on the streets