While the city sleeps the world is turning around 
and the prison on the east side, is burning to the ground. 
Riot squads and police, had closed the city streets 
they could take no more, and all [bad word] had been unleashed (they say)

Rebels are we, and we'll burn in anarchy our bones 
will go to [bad word] but our souls will be set free.

Walls and bars and wire, stone and concrete floors 
and the spirits of our forefathers and the [bad word] of ages roar. 
Burn [bad word] burn, its liberty or death, ashes are to ashes man, 
until there?s nothing left (they say)

Rebels are we, and we'll burn in anarchy our bones 
will go to [bad word] but our souls will be set free