Night fighting in the inner cities,
The problems of the little ones.
Street riots and there ain't no pity,
Don't they know that there's something wrong?
Red skies on the sea of people,
Young men with their eyes so white.
Take their chances with the broken doorways,
A lone hand slinks into the night.
What the hell's going on? Red scars in the sun.
What the hell's going on? I can't see what they've done.
Dawn cometh on the pale horizon,
Too late to stop the angry crowd.
Frustrated by the lack of feeling,
They didn't care that they weren't allowed.
One died with his head on the sidewalk,
He lost the fight to stay alive.
You've got to fly like a lonely sky hawk,
Or you'll be dead when you're twenty-five.
What the hell's going on? Red scars in the sun.
What the hell's going on? I can't see what they've done.
What the hell's going on? Red scars in the sun.
What the hell's going on? I can't see what they've done.
The problems of the little ones.
Street riots and there ain't no pity,
Don't they know that there's something wrong?
Red skies on the sea of people,
Young men with their eyes so white.
Take their chances with the broken doorways,
A lone hand slinks into the night.
What the hell's going on? Red scars in the sun.
What the hell's going on? I can't see what they've done.
Dawn cometh on the pale horizon,
Too late to stop the angry crowd.
Frustrated by the lack of feeling,
They didn't care that they weren't allowed.
One died with his head on the sidewalk,
He lost the fight to stay alive.
You've got to fly like a lonely sky hawk,
Or you'll be dead when you're twenty-five.
What the hell's going on? Red scars in the sun.
What the hell's going on? I can't see what they've done.
What the hell's going on? Red scars in the sun.
What the hell's going on? I can't see what they've done.