The Death of Carlo Giuliani lyrics

See him crouched down low in the truck

Three days of bloodshed, the anger had built up

See his gun braced on top of the seat

Pointed at the face of young Carlo Giuliani

And the world watched in vein at the pictures on the screen

At the beatings and the raids by the Carabinieri

You can see it all in photographs

At Piazza Alimonda, the crowd fighting back

See his arms raised above his head

The anger swirled around him, until that pop pierced the wind

And the world watched in vein as the bullet lefts its case

For its short flight into the face of Carlo Giuliani

His hands fell, the camera fell

The engine sparked, the tires and pressed his body down

10 long years have come and gone

And the spirit of Carlo Giuliani carries on

And there's a question that remains

Are we prepared to die for the things we want to change?