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the sound of gunfire comes pounding down the street, the bpm around 110...ya hear it on the TV, It's always on the tube - the victims always look like you...the foundation's cracking, even store bought rebels know - think of all the places you won't go...`cause now you see a stranger and you cross the street - walk straight ahead and listen for his feet now...there it is again...negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain...it's gettin hard not to say this - there's something we gotta face here...the little words that slip out: you better think about what you're thinking, when you pin the blame on people you don't know..we used to speak of justice, not self preservation - but sometimes you talk about getting a gun now...there it is again...negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain...it's gettin hard not to ask this: are you becoming a racist? Aus Songtexte Mania