Lyrics: Warsaw

(That is the vision of the anarchist... it is also a boy's dream)

True to Warsaw, glad we did it
Beat him down with a baseball bat
Police retreated with riot sheilds in fear of a baseball bat
Working class intellectuals, disillusion you for sure
Broken dreams in warsaw, with our baseball bat

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 a loaded gun?
Who remembers the first morning of martial law?
Hey, you should bring that Louisville
Yeah man, you know where
Yeah man, our economic hardships 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!