Anger as sharp as the broken glass   Burning cars and tear gas   Every race riot--is the last one   A dying culture's final gasp      Every decade--yet no one learns   And it's always their own homes they burn   Crushed by a quorum-driven-state machine   A nation's will, cannot be turned      Memories lost in a nation's sleep   In the dreams of contented sheep   Can we ever hope to find solutions   When our country has sold the Constitution      All too wrong to be right   The answer's there, we just lack the sight   Race wars fed by prejudice and fright   The love of a nation for its people   burned through the night      Monochrome blood sport--we never tire   So many things feed the fires   To repeat History--a world conspires   So many years have fed the desires