Текст (слова) песни «On the Line»

We were meant for freedom
The light told me so
The darkness ain't our brother
But he's knockin' at the door
We were meant for freedom
And we will survive
The opposition's growing
And alone we decide

We were meant for freedom
The light told me so
The darkness ain't our brother
But he's knockin' at the door
We were meant for freedom
And we will survive
The opposition's growing
And alone we decide

We've got to plant our feet
We've got hold our ground
We've got to take them on
Can't let eachother down.

So let's go
We're going down like a storm
Everything we've worked for
Everything we own
Is on the line

We were meant for justice
That's what the records say
Our simple minds grow tired
Of walkin' the wrong way (yeah)
We were meant for justice
But these burning towns won't hold
The opposition's growing
And the air is getting cold