You might think it's a malady
But the fires don't go out
Every word is a symphony
When you stop and hear things out
Burning, burning
I'm still learning
Can't you see the tide is turning
On the streets that we can measure
Everybody, come together
When the streets are full now
And it's clear you can read their mind
Look out for the firebombs
You'll get burned and it's not your time
Freedom is the only thing
That can calm this violent house
When the words all come out wrong
That is where we can all get out
