There`s violence coming up, trouble on the streets.
Gangs are taking over, but where will this lead?
Do you care for their frustration, no you don`t!
The kids have no relation to your mode.
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The same like back in `76,
bored and full of violence,
can`t you see in fact what`s going on.
It started off in `77,
when the kids got up together.
Discipline gets nowhere but to hatred.
Yellow press rack their brains over who`s to blame.
Ain`t the message obvious, what do you mean?
Or is all the increasing outrage just a joke?
But how come your prisons are packed, ain`t this odd?
There`s writings on the wall and broken panes.
The youth don`t put up with your silly games.
Do you care for their frustrations, no you don`t!
The kids have no relation to your mode.