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When you cast your eyes upon the skylines |
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Of this once proud nation |
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Can you sense the fear and the hatred |
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Grwoing in the hearts of its population |
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And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced |
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By the greedy hands of politics and half truths |
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The beaten generation, the beaten generation |
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Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information |
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The beaten generation, the beaten generation |
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Open your eyes, open your imagination |
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We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes |
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And hypnotised by the satellites |
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Into believing what is good and what is right |
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You may be worshipping the temples of mammon |
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Or lost in the prisons of religion |
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But can you still walk back to happiness |
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When you've nowhere left to run? |
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Andif they send in the special police |
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To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace |
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Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues |
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When they tell us justice is being done |
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And that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun |
