Summer of '93
Controlled substances in hand
Flash photos on location
Final end solution
Road block

Cash from chaos received
The sun burns more than you believe
The smell of c.s. gas
Confusion of the mass
Cold sweat

Warning
Out of control
You know we know
Turning your face away
But where to go

Shake it down by any means
You know you've seen this all before
Broken words from loud hailers
Hands raised in the air
And no tune

Armed surveillance, last dance
Sparks fly at the first glance
Helpless face within the flame
First purge of the new game
Crass press