When you cast your eyes upon the skylines

Of this once proud nation

Can you sense the fear and the hatred

Grwoing in the hearts of its population



And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced

by the greedy hands of politics and half truths



The beaten generation, the beaten generation

Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information

The beaten generation, the beaten generation

Open your eyes, open your imagination



We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes

and hypnotised by the satellites

Into believing what is good and what is right



You may be worshipping the temples of mammon

Or lost in the prisons of religion

But can you still walk back to happiness

When you've nowhere left to run?



Andif they send in the special police

To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace



Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues

when they tell us justice is being done

and that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun