Hey, listen people
We're victimized, circumcised, crossed the line of no return
The critics say we devastate, socialites just masturbate
Won't the losers ever learn?

Who said the music's dead in the streets?
Don't know what they talk about
They gotta put a bullet in my head
If they want to keep me down
Let me hear it

Power to the music in the streets
Power to the music in the streets
Power to the music in the streets
Power to the music in the streets

Mothers tell their sons of cyanide and suicide
Blame it on the devil's tongue
Suck me like a parasite, military 3rd Reich
Blood burning bastards wasting blood

Who said the music's dead in the streets?
Don't know what they talk about
I want my music waking up the dead
Don't tell me to turn it down
Turn it down

Power to the music in the streets
Power to the music in the streets
Power to the music in the streets
Power to the music in the streets