There's blood on the streets Panic in the air The markets are trading up In madness and fear As I lay on my bed Mind's trying to rest There's a whole heap of worry Pushing down on my chest Gangsters are running this world You can shout but never be heard Gangsters are running this world We all need a reason To be alive and wonder The smell of the coffee and bread The sound of the rain and the thunder The mist in the frozen fields The thrill of the race The sweet pain of your first love lost The sun on your face (all the while) Gangsters are running this world We're all just sheep in the herd Gangsters are running this world I wanna fly on the wings of love I want the clean fresh air in my face I wanna tear down every border and wall I wanna take part in the human race I wanna fly on the wings of love I wanna run down a path of hope I wanna fly on the wings of love Gangsters are running this world You can shout but never be heard Gangsters are running this world All the while Gangsters are running this world