New Decade

New Decade

G.b.h
(album: From Here To Reality)

From the slums to the suburbs there´s a rallying cry,
people are kicking authority, blacking its eye.
It´s sure time to party when your freedom comes,
flowers poking out of the barrels of guns.

Like a punch-drunk fighter, I see your power fade,
talking your place in this mad, mad, mad parade.

You pulled the pin from the last hand-grenade,
.. .. It´s the start of a new decade.

You´ll get your liberation from the soldiers and the cops,
the new wall is built and that is where the buck stops.
The underground has risen, select a chosen few.
So throw out the old, bring in the new.

You´ve over-run the ignorant, the bigots and the fools,
burnin´ in the decadence .. the new mob rules.