Down On The Ground 歌词

My brothers and i rolled out from detroit Down to chicago to join in the fight It's the kind of shit that we did all the time Play for the people and don't make a dime. It's high time, it's a high crime. Allen ginsberg's chanting om Burroughs and mailer just couldn't stay home Blood ran cold and tension's thick My head get cracked by a cop's nightstick. Bad sign on the front line. And i play my guitar, and the beat comes down On a beautiful cosmic siren sound And no one's laughing, there is no joy Down here on the ground. Choppers are thumping, trying to drown my sound And i'm blasting feedback, spraying the crowd It's a war on hate, we're smashing the state At the siege of chicago back in sixtyeight. Didn't look good, it had a bad feel I was high on that hashish brownie meal The action spilled to the streets of oldtown Some threw rocks and others just threw down. Was agit-prop in application Whole world is watching We're shocking the nation.