Round, round Circumventing circuses lamenting in protest To visible police, presence sponsored fear Battalions of riot police, with rubber bullet kisses Baton courtesy, service with a smile
Beyond the Staples Center, you can see America With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality (nana nana na) Of plastic existence
Pushing little children With their fully automatics They like to push the weak around [x2]
Round, round A rush of words, pleading to disperse Upon your naked walls, alive A political call, the fall guy accord We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train
Beyond the Staples Center, you can see America With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality (nana, nana, na) Of plastic existence
Pushing little children With their fully automatics They like to push the weak around [x2]
Push them around... A deer dance Invitation to peace War staring you in the face Dressed in black With a helmet, fierce Trained and appropriate for the malcontents, For the disproportioned malcontents The little boy smiled, it'll all be well And say the little boy smiled, it'll all be well
Pushing little children, With the fully automatics, They like to push the weak around [x3]
Push the weak around Push the weak around Push the weak around They like to push the weak around.
