Before the battle was won you’d already picked up a gun It was too late to think. The bullet had sped, and the victim lay dead No going back from this Didn’t think of the wife, didn’t think of his kid You better hope no one saw who’s a friend of the law Or you’re gonna pay…pay for what you did There are only two stories that we ever hear One, the cops never come for the man with the gun When the old lady calls it in, or they won’t go away, looks like they’re gonna stay Nobody invited them. It’s just because we’re black They've got a target on our backs Somebody call the press The situation is a mess. She says the guy had a gun He’d already started to run I didn’t see his face I heard his street name is “T” But that could be anyone Nobody talks Another killer just walks But it’s somebody else’s fault But if you catch him And he goes to jail It’s gonna rain and hail. We’ll set fire to the sky Those fascists got to die We need our day in court We need their heads on pikes We’re done with being nice Someone must pay Someone must pay We’re not gonna let them walk Not settlin’ for talk We want some blood We want some blood Set it all on fire Set it all ablaze Then say it’s somebody else’s fault Yeah, somebody else’s fault
