March 18, 1990
Down and downtrodden, living on the streets
I�ve got nowhere to sleep I�ve got nothing to eat
Don�t own a thing but the clothes on my back
Begging in the subways sleeping on the tracks
Yuppies in their business suits stepping over me
Pretending that I�m nothing, nothing there to see
Picked up by police and brought into jail
Put through the system released without bail
CHORUS: Loisada Intifada
Loisada Intifada
Loisada Intifada
Loisada
Now I�m back home again stuck in a pit
Convinced by everyone around that my life ain�t worth shit
Scrounge a few bucks for one night�s cheap hotel
Man Without a Country Denizen of Hell
So then I start to sleep over in Tompkins Square Park
Before the police decide to close it after dark
Nightsticks and horses badges of black
Helicopters on the move they launch their attack
CHORUS
Nazis in Blue who come in the night
Servants of the Rich committing more crimes than they fight
Hours of Chaos Broken Bones and Blood
Storming down bystanders who flee as from a flood
Bottles trash and fireworks sail through the air
To show the blind Rich true resistance was there
Trashing cop cars setting barricades afire
Fed by our justified rage the flames grow higher�Higher!
CHORUS
Now the Battle�s over but the War�s far from an end
I�m no longer lost man without a friend
Met up with some people started living in a squat
We don�t have much but we fought for what we�ve got
Diving in dumpsters for furniture and tools
Food and supplies, we live without rules
Yuppies get fed up say we�re �stealing from the poor�
We�re the Disease Law Enforcement is the Cure
CHORUS
Riot squads and sharpshooters for three long days
Cut off from the outside world like rats in a maze
Protesters with banners and shouts spread the word
TV cameras and newspapers make sure that we�re not heard
To them we�re just Fanatics, Terrorists and Tramps
Who they�d like to see in concentration camps
So Federal Emergency Management Agency
Rebuilds boot camps under the war on drugs to house you and me
CHORUS
We�ve lost many buildings to their terrorist acts
They keep stomping on us but we keep fighting back
RCP grabs our coattails and says that they made us
Man on the street doesn�t know why we�re making such a fuss
Rotting in shelters or dying of AIDS
The Reich of the Rich try to sweep us away
But each time they try to crush us our resistance will grow
And it�s coming soon Detente from below
CHORUS(4x)
�And There�s No Way That We�ll Let You Forget It!
