| The year is 1991, it seems that freedom’s dead and gone
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| The power of the rich is held by few
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| Keep the young ones paralized, educated by your lies
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| Keep the old ones happy with the news
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| Tell the singer not to sing this song
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| Tell the poet that she’s wrong
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| And in the courts you’ll win the case with lies
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| Cos you sold them down the river-o
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| Do I belong to some ancient race
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| I like to walk in ancient places
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| These are the things that I can understand
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| I don’t believe in your modern way
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| Don’t care about the things you say
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| Your policies have failed the test of time
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| Cos you sold them down the river-o
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| Now in a land not far away, there’s men in prison because they say
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| The colour of your skin is not a question
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| Did you rally to their side?
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| No, you sat back and let them die
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| I don’t know how you get to sleep at night
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| Your money market goes round and round
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| The pound goes up, the dollar goes down
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| Another South American forest cut down
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| You need the power for your new towns
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| Cos you get scared when the night comes down
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| Won’t you tell me where it is that we are bound? |