C                  F              C                   F
At dawn they ride again, they'll haul you out to the streets.
        G                          F
They'll burn your papers and your empty trash cans,
G                           F            G              F
Beat this thought into your head, singin over and over again:
C                 F
"all your life is obscene!"
C                                        F
"forget the papers, forget your musical dreams!"
G                        F
but that's when my knife rises,
G                        F         C
their life ends and my life starts again!