Picture courtesy Harakahdaily.net
The marooned trucks rolling
Shields and batons rise
Marching into a uniform formation
Charging into the sea of yellow
There shouldn’t be this way
The Mr Clean now isn’t
Saying Malayisa is for all
As I say before I say it again
He doesn’t know what he is talking about
The water cannon spraying
Chemicals to hurt the eyes
What are the police doing?
This is a peaceful afternoon walking
They charge without provocation
Don’t they know?
They may have their own relatives on the streets
The condoned off areas
Sea of yellow waves along
The afternoon marching
It turns into water splashing ceremony
Spraying the streets
The yellow waves
Mr Clean is afraid
Leaving in his tower seeing nothing
The people voices ring out true
You are talking crap Sir!
The sea of yellow
It will be in history
As people marching
To save their rights and democracy
Shields and batons rise
Marching into a uniform formation
Charging into the sea of yellow
There shouldn’t be this way
The Mr Clean now isn’t
Saying Malayisa is for all
As I say before I say it again
He doesn’t know what he is talking about
The water cannon spraying
Chemicals to hurt the eyes
What are the police doing?
This is a peaceful afternoon walking
They charge without provocation
Don’t they know?
They may have their own relatives on the streets
The condoned off areas
Sea of yellow waves along
The afternoon marching
It turns into water splashing ceremony
Spraying the streets
The yellow waves
Mr Clean is afraid
Leaving in his tower seeing nothing
The people voices ring out true
You are talking crap Sir!
The sea of yellow
It will be in history
As people marching
To save their rights and democracy
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