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