Warsaw 歌词

True to ourself, glad we did it Beat him down with a baseball bat Police retreated the riot scenes In fear of a baseballbat Working class intellectuals Disillusion you for sure Broken dreams in Warsaw Where all the dreams fall down American baseball bat Demolish the discoteque And how many blows to his forearm and neck 'til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death December 13, 1981 Who remembers the loaded gun Who remembers the first morning Of martial law Hey, you should bring that Louisville Yeah man, I'll know where Yeah man i´m economic Hardshipped in Warsaw American baseball bat Demolish the discoteque And how many blows to his forearm and neck 'til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death Hey! All alone, bludgeoned to death!