The Streets Are Ours

We stood in front of tanks at Tiananmen Square,
From Berlin to Chiapas we are everywhere,
And over the sirens of the police cars,
You can hear us shout “The streets are ours!”

'69 Chicago ushered in a new age,
We brought the war home with the days of rage,
And over the sirens of the police cars,
You can hear us shout “The streets are ours!”

In Seattle we chased out the World Trade Organisation,
On Mayday we gave Winston Churchill a mohican,
Kept the water for the people in Cochabamba,
Demanded autonomy on the dawn of NAFTA,
So send in the clowns, someone send in the clowns,
The black bloc, the antiFA and the undergrounds,
A big, pink, marching samba band,
And we'll take our own route that ain't pre-planned,

From the social centres and the Brighton Schnews,
From Indymedia reporting our own news,
Over the sirens of the police cars,
You can hear us shout “The streets are ours!”

We threw the bomb at Haymarket Square,
We fly the black flag everywhere,
And over the sirens of the police cars,
You can hear us shout “The streets are ours!”