No one talks in this city. Spiritless walk, the streets at night. I hear the voices in the shadows, Saying we are the future, And you are the past. Your gonna tell me about your blood brothers, Don’t waste your words, Let your guns do the talking. In the play grounds out on the island, You got lost in riots, with no one left to fight. It doesn’t feel right, it’s the second tonight, I’ll follow the path, go into the ground, But it’s the best in me, it’s the best me, Its best in me, oh it’s the best in me. And then the spirit goes, back to the sea, Back to the sea, back to the city.