(F*ck the police, tear down the prisons, f*ck the state, disrupt it's mechanisms. Rupture its fabric, action now!)
I hear through unofficial channels
In a house not so far away,
The pigs savaged a child over nothing.
I think he was born on the wrong side of a divide,
His father of too much dignity to accept the fist that rules them.
His friends illuminate the town,
Burned a van,
Planning to douse those animals in diesel
For the noble cause of revenge.
Stories like this launch a thousand burning promises
Up into the sky,
Projectile as crude weapon
Says I will not support this,
I am better than all of it,
And burn this all down.
F*ck every copper that ever took a wage,
Every blue bastard with his baton raised,
A beast that even his master hates,
Only a coward fights for the state.