A knock on the door, a declaration of war
We're taking over to the sound of guitars
Wrong is made right, tables are turned
'Cause I'm here to teach and they've got to learn
Burning tires, building bombs, throwing bricks
So it goes when the kids are sick of your dirty tricks
Power in the hands of those rich enough to buy it
We're taking it back with this musical riot
Politicians, police and the laws
Kicking them out with our rocking armed force
Burning tires, building bombs, throwing bricks
So it goes when the kids are sick of your dirty tricks
Hope, I'm dead before I'm old
Things aren't going very well
Honey, you and me are being bought and sold
I knew, I was in trouble, didn't know I was in hell
Burning tires, building bombs, throwing bricks
So it goes when the kids are sick of your dirty tricks
Dirty business, dirty deeds and dirty politics
We had enough, the kids are sick of your dirty tricks
What does this song mean to you?