Teddybears, Ebbot Lundberg - Riot Going On lyrics
[Teddybears, Ebbot Lundberg - Riot Going On lyrics]
No barricades no camera crews
No broken glass and no horses too
No dogs to sick on raging crowds
No throwing stones, no manic shouts
No water cannon hosing down
No faceless crowd will not be loud
There's a riot going on
All the punks are leaving town
They're going to set the place on fire
It's not what they sell, there's no denying
It's what your buying no lines to cross
No care inside no burdened (streets?)
And no battle cry's
No one ordering rifle fire
No choppers sweeping through the night
You will not believe your eyes
Because this will not be televised
No satellites are gonna shine
No electric fire will not be pine?
No paranoia striking deep
No you won't even feel no heat
No ignorance will get you killed
Protection is a beautiful thing
There's a riot going on
All the punks are leaving town
They're going to set the place on fire
It's not what they sell, there's no denying
It's what your buying no lines to cross
No care inside no burdened (streets?)
And no battle cry's
No one ordering rifle fire
No choppers sweeping through the night
You will not believe your eyes
Because this will not be televised
No broken glass and no horses too
No dogs to sick on raging crowds
No throwing stones, no manic shouts
No water cannon hosing down
No faceless crowd will not be loud
There's a riot going on
All the punks are leaving town
They're going to set the place on fire
It's not what they sell, there's no denying
It's what your buying no lines to cross
No care inside no burdened (streets?)
And no battle cry's
No one ordering rifle fire
No choppers sweeping through the night
You will not believe your eyes
Because this will not be televised
No satellites are gonna shine
No electric fire will not be pine?
No paranoia striking deep
No you won't even feel no heat
No ignorance will get you killed
Protection is a beautiful thing
There's a riot going on
All the punks are leaving town
They're going to set the place on fire
It's not what they sell, there's no denying
It's what your buying no lines to cross
No care inside no burdened (streets?)
And no battle cry's
No one ordering rifle fire
No choppers sweeping through the night
You will not believe your eyes
Because this will not be televised