Tekster: The Rebel Spell. Days Of Rage. Hacksaw.

Even the night air was like a blow dryer, so in the daytime he would stick to the canyons between the buildings where the anomie is enough to send you reeling, but in the evening he found a scene where that didn't matter. Maybe 200 people and some old amplifiers and when he was among them he was someone at last. Among this little scene people recognized the mind of a poet and a prophet with some wisdom of the world. I'm at war with the liars. I'm at war the thieves. I'm at war with all this hatred and all I want is peace. But I can't find the truth, there's politics to these streets. There's a cop in everyone of us and I'm an urchin thief. I'm at war with the liars. I'm at war the thieves. I'm at war with all this hatred and all I want is peace. But I can't find the truth, there's politics to these streets. There's a cop in everyone of us and I'm an urchin thief. The other side of this glorious life was the credibility of being dirt poor. You can't get a job if you can't get a shower, besides there's no fucking grandeur in being a slave. So his favorite transgression was big overstocked stoors. It seem much less harm than robbing of the poor. It's not up to us to question the way he lived but i have a huge problem with the way that he died. I'm at war with the liars. I'm at war the thieves. I'm at war with all this hatred and all i want is peace. But I can't find the truth, there's politics to these streets. There's a cop in everyone of us and I'm an urchin thief. I'm at war with the liars. I'm at war the thieves. I'm at war with all this hatred and all i want is peace. But I can't find the truth, there's politics to these streets. There's a cop in everyone of us and I'm an urchin thief. Some say, one evening he was caught in alley with his namesake in one hand and a new pup in his coat. The cops shot him in the face. They said he was armed. He's just a scared kid holding a hacksaw. I'm at war the thieves. I'm at war with all this hatred and all I want is peace. But I can't find the truth, there's politics to these streets. There's a cop in everyone of us and I'm an urchin thief. I'm at war the thieves. I'm at war with all this hatred and all I want is peace. But I can't find the truth, there's politics to these streets. There's a cop in everyone of us and I'm an urchin thief. Just another street kid, wasn't worth a thing. Nothing more to see, just go on with your day. Listen late at night you'll hear the streets ring. The sum of all this conflict and all he had to say was "All I Want Is Peace!"