When the Time Comes

Come to your street almost every night

The sound is underground

You're too booming big out of poverty

And cleanin' up the street

And the man who wants to stand for his piece of land

Gets pushed aside

'Cause he don't quite fit, try to make him quit

And twist his mind, go from behind

Call out the hitman, mercy means don't they realize

That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize?

And I hear every day what you say

That a man's still got his rights

But when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize

A brother on the street

Met a small time hooky hood who played guitar

And the strictly middle class said this would never pass

They don't belong

Will the people sing to this musical theme

And raise their voice?

We will have to say that they just can't play their guitar

Or go very far?

Call out the hitman, mercy means don't they realize

That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize?

And I hear every day what you say

That a man's still got his rights

But when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize

Sweet soul sister meets John from Leicester

And they fall in love

They just get by on the government supply

But it's not enough

Call out the hitman, mercy means don't they realize

That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize?

And I hear every day what you say

That a man's still got his rights

But when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize

Call out the hitman, mercy means don't they realize

That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize?

And I hear every day what you say

That a man's still got his rights

But when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize

Call out the hitman, mercy means don't they realize

That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize?

And I hear every day what you say

That a man's still got his rights

But when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize

Call out the hitman, mercy means don't they realize

That when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize?

And I hear every day what you say

That a man's still got his rights

But when the time comes, they're gonna terrorize

Comin' to your street almost every night

The sound is underground

You're too booming big out of poverty

And cleanin' up the street

And the man who wants to stand for his piece of land

Gets pushed aside

'Cause he don't quite fit, try to make him quit

And twist his mind, go from behind