| In the turbulent Sixties
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| One was free to make a choice
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| If he chose to use dope
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| He could shout and raise his voice
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| As the eighties took its toll
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| Everyone was soon to know
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| Frozen lost society
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| Bent on war and poverty
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| The right of privacy, has been denied
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| They just can’t see, the pressure caused politically
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| They just can’t feel, the way we feel oppression
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| Subliminal messages on the tube
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| Devised to help you make a choice
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| Is this still a free country
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| Or just a political voice
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| Many contradictory statements
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| Regarded often far and few
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| The kind and thoughtful smiling preacher
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| Busted finally, child abuse
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| As we finally reach the nineties
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| Diurnal freedom is a joke
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| The strong arm of the law
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| Holds us all by our chain
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| Injustice in the system
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| Money still will speak
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| Doctors and the lawyers
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| Regulate the weak
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| The right hypocrisy has been supplied
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| They just can’t feel the pressure |