Inside at home What happens next? Outside is the noise Of the streets unrest With poverty and ignorance The greatest weapon It seems only too obvious Just why it should happen The street enters the house Armed with a real cause And no real direction Just to smash the symbols Of repression A rhythm of anger Directing it's hate Testing the water In the ocean of the state The house seems so isolated When the street stands all around But in the ocean of the state The street is always drowned Concessions made To silence the street To make it content To admit defeat The structure is shaken But the foundations still stay The street must bury them But the house stands in it's way