There is trouble on the streets
Being smashed to smithereens
Falling stones collide
With the boys in blue and white
I can hardly breathe
I cannot believe
In the city where I live
I see no truth in your eyes
As you terrorize
The art of protest
In disguise
I can hardly breathe
I cannot believe
In the city
Where I live
I see you all
I hear the sounds
Breaking glass and flashing lights
From telepathic heights
Helicopter in the sky
Shine their lights into my eyes
I can hardly breathe
I cannot believe
In the city where I live