Summer of '93

Controlled substances in hand

Flash photos on location

Final end solution

Road block



Cash from chaos received

The sun burns more than you believe

The smell of c.s. gas

Confusion of the mass

Cold sweat



CHORUS

Warning

Out of control

You know we know

Turning your face away

But where to go



Shake it down by any means

You know you've seen this all before

Broken words from loud hailers

Hands raised in the air

And no tune



Armed surveillance, last dance

Sparks fly at the first glance

Helpless face within the flame

First purge of the new game

Crass press



CHORUS

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