The young men in my country

They have no place

Surplus to requirement

They live in some kind of disgrace

Stood in line to beg for money

From governments with very funny

Attitudes of "On your bike" sonny boy



The young women in my country

They have no choice

Assembly-lining babies

To "rejoice"

Forced into the same old system

Producing sons with Falklands wisdom

And daughters full of apprehension

Fuelled by attitudes of tension



The young folk in my country

Deserve the truth

Uncluttered by deception

In the flower of their youth

What they have are gutter papers

Biased news clandestine capers

Run by shady operators