Warsaw

That is the vision of the anarchist
It is also a boy's dream

True to ourself, glad we did it
Beat him down with a baseball bat
Police retreated the riot scenes
In fear of a baseball bat

Working class intellectuals
Disillusion you for sure
Broken dreams in Warsaw
Where all the dreams fall down

American baseball bat
Demolish the discotheque
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death

December 13, 1981
Who remembers the loaded gun
Who remembers the first morning of martial law
Hey, you should bring that Louisville
Yeah, man, I'll know where
Yeah, man, I'm economic
Hard-shipped in Warsaw

American baseball bat
Demolish the discotheque
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death
Hey! All alone, bludgeoned to death



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Armstrong
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