There is a spark in the belly of this beast, Ready to feast on the flames and the heat, Of this summer... It's singing your song. While you remember the police in the streets, With the teargas flowing, never knowing If you were gonna spend the night... With no shoelaces on. No sleeping, only dreaming While the bully-boys huddle 'Round a statue in the corner park And then somebody says... "ain't nothing wrong". That's when the corners flip That's when the flags are torn That's when we take the streets That's when the flame is born And there's a violence to rejection, And neglect, no respect, no regard Money tight, means to no end in sight... The nights are long. It's amazing a battalion of lovers still resists, While so much hate persists, And parliament's in session... They're moving on. Stay chiseled not carved, Stay hungry not starved, Bury the lies of the past Where they belong... Because love is strong. It's when the corners flip It's when the flags are torn It's when we take the streets That a flame is born