Well the generations come

Hoy-polloy or chewing gum

Bad manners in style

And a very low profile

As the new wave rebel hoards

Scribble balls on notice boards

And the old wave hierarchy

Try to take 'em seriously

Because they have to

Ten years ago we were dreaming



Upstart youth and rebels all

Who have faded to the wall

Counting points of social scale

While our water brother whale

Meets extinction on the seas

On a million wounded knees

While the taxman robs the poor

Like he's always done before

Whatever system

Ten years ago we were dreaming

Dreams



There are men employing men

Employing men employing men

Employing men employing men

Who fill in forms employing men

That forms a queue of paperwork

Clear stretching out into the mirk

So that nine-tenths don't produce

Holding ransom calling truce

And looking dangerous

Ten years ago we were dreaming



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