Round, round
Circumventing circuses lamenting in protest
To visible police, presence sponsored fear
Battalions of riot police, with rubber bullet kisses
Baton courtesy, service with a smile

Beyond the Staples Center, you can see America
With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace
Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality (nana nana na)
Of plastic existence

Pushing little children
With their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around [x2]

Round, round
A rush of words, pleading to disperse
Upon your naked walls, alive
A political call, the fall guy accord
We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train

Beyond the Staples Center, you can see America
With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace
Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality (nana, nana, na)
Of plastic existence

Pushing little children
With their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around [x2]

Push them around...
A deer dance
Invitation to peace
War staring you in the face
Dressed in black
With a helmet, fierce
Trained and appropriate for the malcontents,
For the disproportioned malcontents
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well
And say the little boy smiled, it'll all be well

Pushing little children,
With the fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around [x3]

Push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
They like to push the weak around.