Warsaw

(that is the vision of the anarchist... it is also a boy's dream)



True to warsaw, glad we did it

Beat him down with a baseball bat

Police retreated the riot scenes in fear of a baseball bat

Working class intellectuals, disillusion you for sure

Broken dreams in warsaw, where all the dreams fall down



American baseball bat!

Demolish the discotheque!

And how many blows to his forearm and neck

'til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death!



December 13, '81, who remembers a loaded gun?

Who remembers the first morning of martial law?

Hey, you should bring that louisville

Yeah man, i'll know where

Yeah man economic (??? army), hardship in warsaw



American baseball bat!

Demolish the discotheque!

And how many blows to his forearm and neck

'til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death!



Hey! all alone, bludgeoned to death!


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