When I grew up It was different
There was no violence or like other towns
But when I came home from school that night
I saw the cops were on [bad word] There were kids on the wall reaching up to the sky
Like a culture shock of joy
It sent me into a strong fascination
And what's been lost is back
 [bad word] 
'Cause we were the only ones
Darling and me this time it's going down

You know where I belong
And you know it's time that we let go
Been drifting so far away from home
November came back and all was gone
You know where I belong, my darling
This time It's going down

When December came I was older
And snow was finally on the ground
Soldiers lining up, cameras feeding the world
With pictures that would mark my mind
I heard this woman scream as she was begging for [bad word] Then turning ghost-like behind the court
shotgun blast, as new years passed
Oppression was on [bad word]  [bad word] 

They're Going Down

You know where I belong
And you know it's time that we let go
Been drifting so far away from home
November came back and all was gone
You know where I belong, my darling
It's going down