There's sickness in this land. Hearts have turned to sand. Crushed with an iron hand. There's justice in the streets. They fooled you for so long. You can't tell right from wrong. They are weak and you are strong. There's justice in the streets. Sometimes it seems a man can't hold his head up. To be just what he is he feels ashamed. They take away his dignity and freedom. But they can never take away the flame. Tired of living in shame. Tired of a ball and chain. Run them down like a train. There's justice in the streets. They've got you chained to a wheel. 'Til you don't know how to feel. 'Til you can't tell what's real. There's justice in the streets. How can you fight a man without a shadow. How can you fight a face you've never seen. A drop of rain will run into a river. O see the river wash the valley clean