Kid Riot - The Anomalies

There’s death and killing in the streets

I’m afraid of everyone I meet

It’s not much fun on the streets

Youth is wasted on the young

Gotta gotta gotta get myself a gun

It’s not much fun on the streets

For every night you tell 'em

It’s another nine eleven

It’s another crime to sell 'em

And another type of felon

It’s the media

Decievin' ya, forece-feedin' ya

Paranoid Android

Psycho-schizophrenia

Terror level one, two, three, four, five

Fear is the key to keep the people organised

Keep running for your life

It’s you money or your prize

If you wanna stay alive

Then you’d better stay inside

Getting busy, he’s getting busy

He’s gonna get ya, gonna get ya come on

He can see me, CCTV

He can see me, he can see you

He can see us doing wrong and the whole world

Leaning down down down on him

You can lean on me

But first you’ve got to set me free

There’s death and killing in the streets

I’m afraid of everyone I meet

It’s not much fun on the streets

Youth is wasted on the young

Gotta gotta gotta get myself a gun

It’s not much fun on the streets

So hide behind your door

It’s like nineteen-eighty four

Yeah the writing’s on the wall

They’ll be out to get us all

So please limit me

And my civil liberties

It’s so simple can’t you see

So here’s some simple imagery, (What!)

Darth Vader, dictator

Buy now, pay later

SARS, cars biofuel

Terrified to be alone

Terrified to leave your home

They televise your terrorism

Welcome to the terror-dome

And you can lean on me

First you’ve got to set me free

There’s death and killing in the streets

I’m afraid of everyone I meet

It’s not much fun on the streets

Youth is wasted on the young

Gotta gotta gotta get myself a gun

It’s not much fun on the streets