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