HEY HO Smoking guns - coppers and thugs SMOKING GUNS The sun is coming up but the morning is still black Union workers frown at the dealer selling crack A stranger walks his dog and dogs walk the blind Poor man sweeps the dirty streets He don't seem to mind Time to get out of this Time to get out of this now Out of this city HEY HO Blood and whiskey Broken rules Coppers and thugs Broken homes We've got our music - our only weapon Drunken kid bottle in hand stumbles down the street Walks straight past a homeless man No shoes around his feet Thugs down at the park with swatztika tattoos Kick around and waste some time sitting sniffing glue CHORUS YOUR CITIES NO HOPE AND GLORY