UK Subs - Postcard From LA

I want peace for blood in streets neglected
Abandoned, unused
While fat man in city hall
Sharpening their skills of public abuse
If I stay here long enough
I'm sure they'll suck the flesh right off my bones
I've been called a dreamer
But these fantasies are much too close to home

Now we're gonna stop
Throwing it all away
Now we're gonna stop
Before it's too late
Now we're gonna stop

Canyons of the rich are burning
While I write this letter from L.A
We escaped to San Francisco
And the ground up there began to quake
While back home in England
We get ready for a European war
And when the fascists come to power
Don't tell me you ain't been warned

We have gotta stop
Running out of time
We have gotta stop
We've gotta change their minds
We have gotta stop

Forgive me if I stand too close
I didn't know you were running out of space
We could start an army
Kill people and get a bigger place
I think we are more subtle
We just make the weapons for their war
While bankers slaughter farmers
Parading their spoils on the golf course

Now we're gonna stop
Throwing it all away
Now we're gonna stop
Before it's too late
Now we're gonna stop