Riot - Pan-Pot, FRANKIE

The air smells like riot, we’re coming up the stairs.

This town is on fire, now we’ve got to leave.

It’s about time to define our own direction.

It’s about time to define and show them some action.

They better believe this when we say, we are prepared.

And they better believe this when we say, no we ain’t scared.

Empty streets, broken glass.

Our feat, moving fast.

We got nothing to loose, espicially no time.

The air smells like riot, we’re coming up the stairs.

This town is on fire, now we’ve got to leave.

The air smells like riot, we’re coming up the stairs.

This town is on fire, now we’ve got to leave.