We stood in front of tanks at Tiananmen Square,
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From Berlin to Chiapas we are everywhere,
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And over the sirens of the police cars,
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You can hear us shout ¡°The streets are ours!¡±
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'69 Chicago ushered in a new age,
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We brought the war home with the days of rage,
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And over the sirens of the police cars,
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You can hear us shout ¡°The streets are ours!¡±
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In Seattle we chased out the World Trade Organisation,
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On Mayday we gave Winston Churchill a mohican,
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Kept the water for the people in Cochabamba,
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Demanded autonomy on the dawn of NAFTA,
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So send in the clowns, someone send in the clowns,
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The black bloc, the antiFA and the undergrounds,
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A big, pink, marching samba band,
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And we'll take our own route that ain't pre-planned,
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From the social centres and the Brighton Schnews,
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From Indymedia reporting our own news,
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Over the sirens of the police cars,
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You can hear us shout ¡°The streets are ours!¡±
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We threw the bomb at Haymarket Square,
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We fly the black flag everywhere,
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And over the sirens of the police cars,
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The Streets Are Ours
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| The King Blues |
