No barricades No camera crews No broken glass And no horses too
No dogs to sick on raging crowds No throwing stones, no manic shouts No water cannon hosing down No faceless crowd will not be loud
[Chorus:] There's a riot going on All the punks are leaving town They're going to set the place on fire It's not what they sell, there's no denying It's what your buying
No lines to cross No care inside No burdened (streets?) And no battle cry's No one ordering rifle fire No choppers sweeping through the night You will not believe your eyes Because this will not be televised...
[Chorus] [Instrumental]
No satellites Are gonna shine No electric fire Will not be pine?
No paranoia striking deep No you won't even feel no heat No ignorance will get you killed Protection is a beautiful thing