Paroles: Rancid. Life Won't Wait. Warsaw.

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?
Hey, you should bring that Louisville
Yeah man, you know where
Yeah man, our economic hardships 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