C F C F
At dawn they ride again, they'll haul you out to the streets.
G F
They'll burn your papers and your empty trash cans,
G F G F
Beat this thought into your head, singin over and over again:
C F
"all your life is obscene!"
C F
"forget the papers, forget your musical dreams!"
G F
but that's when my knife rises,
G F C
their life ends and my life starts again!