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We fight on the paving stones

from nowhere to nowhere.

First we take you, then we take them.

Tell the pastor we are falling down the cross,

from nowhere to nowhere.

No more preachers!

Call the old men!

Call them all!

I warn you there is a riot going on,

cause de sunlight and the good days never come.

The paving stones are burning like a red flag on the wall.

I warn you there is a riot going on.

See the old men, they all back again.

Take my hand.

Call the old men.

The streets are burning here.