Yo! A protest march is guarded, on each side By London's finest Metropolitan pride There won't be trouble, batons left behind... The tapes are runnin'... A marcher thinks that now is the time... To make a statement, while still in her prime She sets her clothes alight, several times... The tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin' In real time... Light the fire, watch'em burn. Light the fire, watch'em burn, watch'em burn The lens man stands, behind the Police line... Taking shots that he will soon decide... What will make the headlines at nine The tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin', the tapes are runnin'... In real time... Light the Fire, watch'em burn, light the Fire, watch'em burn
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