Testo: Agnostic Front. Nothing's Free.

There?s a price to pay, for what your wanna say
Another revolution, there?s no solution
In the summertime, in the streets of crime
want a situation, one of desperation.

I?ve got, you?ve got
Who?s got the right to say - what?s for me
I?ve got, you?ve got - we?ve got an enemy.

There?s no sympathy, a world of apathy
In the name of peace, there?s no relief
Where did time go, on death row