Beaten Generation

When you cast your eyes upon the skylines

Of this once proud nation,

Can you sense the fear and the hatred

Growing 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 gener-ation,

Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information.

The beaten generation, the beaten gener-ation,

Open your eyes, open your imagina{tion}

We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes

And hypnotised by the satellites

In-to 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?

If 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?