Warsaw (Lyrics)

(That is the vision of the anarchist... it is also a boy's dream) True to Warsaw, glad we did it Beat him down with a baseball bat Police retreated with riot shields in fear of a baseball bat Working class intellectuals, disillusion you for sure Broken dreams in Warsaw, with our baseball bat American baseball bat! Demolish the discotheque! And how many blows to his forearm and neck 'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death! December 13, 1981, who remembers a loaded gun? Who remembers the first morning of martial law? Pendulum swings a Louisville In the middle of nowhere In the middle of economic hardship in Warsaw American baseball bat! Demolish the discotheque! And how many blows to his forearm and neck 'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death! Hey! All alone, bludgeoned to death!