Agnostic Front
Agnostic Front
Agnostic Front
Agnostic Front
Agnostic Front
Agnostic Front
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Agnostic Front
There's a price to pay, for what your wanna say
Another revolution, there's no solution
In the summertime, in the streets of crime
Want a situation, one of desperation
I've got, you've got
Who's got the right to say - what's for me
I've got, you've got - we've got an enemy
There's no sympathy, a world of apathy
In the name of peace, there's no relief
Where did time go, on death row