| When you cast your eyes upon the skylines
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| Of this once proud nation
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| Can you sense the fear and the hatred
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| Grwoing in the hearts of its population
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| And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced
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| By the greedy hands of politics and half truths
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| The beaten generation, the beaten generation
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| Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
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| The beaten generation, the beaten generation
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| Open your eyes, open your imagination
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| We’re being sedated by the gasoline fumes
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| And hypnotised by the satellites
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| Into believing what is good and what is right
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| You may be worshipping the temples of mammon
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| Or lost in the prisons of religion
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| But can you still walk back to happiness
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| When you’ve nowhere left to run?
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| Andif they send in the special police
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| To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace
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| Then won’t the words sit ill upon their tongues
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| When they tell us justice is being done
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| And that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun |