a man speeks into a megaphone with gritty distorted sound, bit like the call for prayer from a mosque. Lyrics: [Verse 1] Boots strike hard on the market stones Shop shutters rattle, the siren moans You keep your head and you hold your ground A thousand voices become one sound [Pre-Chorus] No borrowed flag, no master’s hand We make our claim; we take our stand [Chorus] Turn the avenue, raise your sign This street is yours, this street is mine Shoulder to shoulder, voices awake We won’t step back, we won’t break [Verse 2] A line of shields at the corner bends A paper crown and a rule that ends You pass the water, you pull me clear We write our names where they’ll have to hear [Pre-Chorus] No borrowed flag, no master’s hand We make our claim; we take our stand [Chorus] Turn the avenue, raise your sign This street is yours, this street is mine Shoulder to shoulder, voices awake We won’t step back, we won’t break [Bridge] Not for a party, not for a throne Not for a promise carved in stone For the right to speak, for the right to choose For every voice they tried to mute [Final Chorus] Turn the avenue, raise your sign This street is yours, this street is mine Shoulder to shoulder, voices awake We won’t step back, we won’t break We won’t step back, we won’t break [Outro] Hold your ground Hold your ground
