There's a child by the side of the road, a checkpoint stops him in his tracks

In the orchard shade his buddy's blood come gushing down

Rachel got a bulldozer by her head, whoa

The same punks want Gaza dead, whoa

Blood on the streets, blood on the streets, whoa....

Mama made me a molotov, Papa said they're all too evil

Ahmed he really had it, Marwan he wants to blast it

When I turn around the corner barrel pointed at me, whoa

When I learned that some turned their backs on me, whoa

Blood on the streets, blood on the streets, whoa....

It's midnight in a West Bank camp, kids from Raffa just cant stand

Backwards path, tied to the past, no more suicides strapped to their back

It's midnight in a West Bank camp, kids from Raffa understand

Backwards path, tied to the past, no more suicide

Blood on the streets, blood on the streets, whoa…

I'm looking for a way out

On the highest hill in this old dutch town

Locked away in the bosom of the Brooklyn ground

They shout, can you hear them?

The stories and screams

Way beyond your wildest dreams

The faces and names

Can you hear them?

Have you heard what the whispers said

“Let the dead bury the dead”

Steam rising from these city streets

Can you hear them?

Through neighborhoods of the deep north

As night falls on the lights of New York

Can you hear them?

Not another way of life, under this system

There's a whole other way, we could be living....

The punk Poet of St. Mark's he told me “life's a shame”

Meanwhile The Poet of the Park was selling them for change yeah

To keep the dead alive is a hard job

The ghosts of the past can never hold us back

And you! The ones, who can 

Not another way of life, under this system

There's a whole other way, we could be living....

a whole other way

Fast Eddie thought he was free
Cutting and coniving, confiding in me, he said
"I've got a fast car that shimmers and shines
My name is know up and down the line!"
He wants that kick-back whiplash living it up
Like those big bad kids that like it rough

I want that badge back Mama
Been living in a dark place, oh yeah

I've got no place to go
I want to ride tonight
As a witness to that war outside
Your hands in mine like the hands of time

Hey man I want to figure it out
I want the goddamn answers and I need them now
"I don't want to put up a fight
I don't want to take your hand tonight!"

I want that badge back Mama
Been living in a dark place
I want that badge back Mama
Been living in a dark place, oh yeah

I've got no place to go
I want to ride tonight
As a witness to that war outside
Your hands in mine like the hands of time

Nostalgia prunes, eats away at his skin
It's like high-noon with no way to win
I'll pull that old rifle right out of the ground
With my new shades on I'm gonna take this town

I want that badge back Mama
Been living in a dark place, oh yeah
I want that badge back Mama
Been living in a dark place, oh yeah

I've got no place to go
I want to ride tonight
As a witness to that war outside
Your hands in mine like the hands of time

I see kids fighting to find a voice
They've been swimming in a sea
Without a shore or a choice
Sometimes it's like I'm without a home
Last night I walked
A thousand miles alone

Dai dai dai dai dai dai dai dai....

I walked and wandered
Paused and pondered
In these times
I can't live like this any longer
Your well is running dry
As the oceans rise
If I'm right we got one shot tonight

Dai dai dai dai dai dai dai dai....
This is a fighting song

I can't waste many moments
Can't lose any more days
I've read the history
We need more than a page
Each year in this life
Is like a blink of an eye
Tonight I tell you
It is fighting time

Dai dai dai dai dai dai dai dai....
This is a fighting song

All of our people
All across the world
They want something more

Look down at our planet
From the heaven's above
See it as it is
See it as it is
No borders or banks
No wars or tanks
No nations, no nations
I've got my dreams when I sleep
And I've got these dreams that really could be

Dai dai dai dai dai dai dai dai....
This is a fighting song
Go!

I've been bombarded and bruised
Brutalized and used
Pigeon-holed and confused
Pushed down and abused
Like an ostrich, your head's in the sand
A cartoon-man in a fantasy-land

I don't want it, I'm on another tip
I don't want it, I'm on some other shit
I don't want it, I'm on another tip
I don't want it, I'm on some other shit

In a bonfire waiting for you
I'm like a live-wire motherfucker
Light up my fuse
Your feet to the fire
Get out of that glue
Impatient like a watch moves
Get you some truth

I don't want it, I'm on another tip
I don't want it, I'm on some other shit
I don't want it, I'm on another tip
I don't want it, I'm on some other shit

You're in their sights
Don't hide, don't hide, don't hide
You're in their sights
Don't hide, don't hide, don't hide

Under the covers
Suffocating from shame
I wanna know, yeah, I wanna know
Are you still breathing?
The ambitious and sleepless
The truthseekers who need this
The real fighters and dreamers
Emancipators who see this know that

I don't want it, I'm on another tip
I don't want it, I'm on some other shit
I don't want it, I'm on another tip
I don't want it, I'm on some other shit

You're in their sights
Don't hide, don't hide, don't hide
You're in their sights
Don't hide, don't hide, don't hide

Hey, hey
Heyyyyy!
Hey, hey

I heard them say Rome wasn’t built in a day

By tomorrow night I’ll own Avenue A

Can’t see what’s behind the scenes

Raise your martini glass to the land of hope and dreams

New York Parasite!

I sit and think over Foie Gras and Cognac

Look at my window, ha!  I own that!

Down below, you’re kicking, you’re screaming

You’re begging, you’re hoping, you’re whining, you’re fiending!

New York Parasite!

Make the best you can with your fate

After all, this is the Empire State

I found destiny, how can I stop?

I want it all, with a cherry on top!

New York Parasite!

I want it all, with a cherry on top, I want it all!

This big-beat
Blasting out of the tenement yards
Through the shantytowns
Off the prison walls
Rip out your headphones
Get ready to dance ya'll
Future-Rock
Interrogating your dancehall
I'm coming for your children
And I'm coming tonight
Coming tonight
Coming tonight

I don't wanna hear the same old sound
The same old sound
I don't wanna hear the same old sound
I'm ready for the showdown

This is the future rock
This is the future rock

Look out your window
There's a party below
Welcome to the war-torn
Dancefloor uproar
The Mumbai mambo
Petrograd rap
Heavy metal samba
It's a matter of fact
Outernational's sound
It's a counterattack
The horn's already blowing
There'll be no turning back

I don't wanna hear the same old sound
The same old sound
I don't wanna hear the same old sound
I'm ready for the showdown

This is the future rock
This is the future rock

Is it a style
Or a way of life?
Is it the sound
Of the coming riots?
This is the story
Of a gang that flies
Rhythms and rhymes
Lighting up the sky
A microscope looking close
Seeing all that's inside
A telescope to the horizon
If you open your eyes

I don't wanna hear the same old sound
The same old sound
I don't wanna hear the same old sound
I'm ready for the showdown

This is the future rock
This is the future rock