Diamond Head - Wild On The Streets Lyrics
The words of freedom on the tongue of a snakeWith a democratic face bought and paid for by the lies of the stateWithout a human trait well under the heels of a tyranny waitsA long forgotten voiceAnd revolution is the ultimate fate of the whip and the gunNowhere to run is nothing like funOut in the heat, Wild on the streetsWild on the streets, wild on the streetsPeople listen to the words of a friendTo lie you have to breathTelevision hey tell it againThe people pay no heedWe want equality but what do we getBullets and ballots againRoll in your grave Beethoven and the death beat marches onNowhere to run is nothing like funOut in the heat, Wild on the streetsWild on the streets, wild on the streetsOn leather jackets and broken chainIn walls of mortar and tiesThese are the words of our fate inscribedStanding twelve feet highHere are the free men who inherit the earthHere are the words that diedBuried under six feet of dirt and the death beat marches onNowhere to run is nothing like funOut in the heat, Wild on the streetsWild on the streets, wild on the streets
