Dread (Excerpt) from In Debt by Black International

They say “that bastard sold us down the river
The rats couldn’t run away quick enough”
Either way you knew what was coming to you
You always were such a clever one

Kicking and screaming, dragged from your bed
Up to the block and it’s off with your head!

Strung upside down from a streetlight, sonny
I watch as they stamp your mangy bones
Into the cobblestones
I’m of the opinion now
That devils forsake their familiars
And quick march upstarts will kill you
As soon as look at you

Stay in your houses
Stay in your homes tonight
Stay in your houses
There’s dread on the streets tonight
Idiot faces with idiot grins
Are the result of a lack of discipline
We’ll draw new maps of hell tonight

Your liberal middle class
What do you do when the dogs bite back?
There she is, there she is again
On the spit, coming round again

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