Our way of life,
Our very freedom came under attack,
In a series of deliberate and deadly terrorist attacks
People have had the kiss of death,
There's nothing sacred,
Nothing really left.
Pride got shelved along with the truth,
Jingoistic slogans stir the bitter youth.
See propaganda, Paint sprayed on the walls, International terrorism in the dance halls
Blood on the beach,
Death in the sun,
Everybody’s having fun,
Dancing too the latest sound,
Squeeze the trigger, hit the ground,
Come to where the seas are blue,
Just the place designed for you,
Disregard the terrorist threat,
Never killed anyone yet.
Wind of defiance sweeps through the land,
Fundamental hatred we don’t understand,
Crimson cloaks embraces, the urban terrorist,
Chanting for freedom with clenched fists.
See propaganda, Paint sprayed on the walls, International terrorism in the dance hall