| A Nation of Allright |
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| Every night I walk outside |
| In search of some integrity |
| City lights know how |
| To flirt perfectly with vanity |
| Our apathy just fades away |
| Another empty Saturday |
| And nothing changes |
| It’s so easy to drink |
| Straight from our misery |
| We’re educated |
| To feed our silence |
| But it feels just fine |
| And every time |
| We’ve fought for something |
| We’ve ended up |
| With less than nothing |
| In a nation of «alright» |
| Hey, are you listening? |
| Hey, are you listening? |
| Every day I find another a way to lose my dignity |
| Streets fill up with the very best of mediocrity |
| Distractions then fade away |
| When empty Saturday prevails |
| Nothing changes |
| We cannot be afraid |
| To face our misery |
| But I cannot refrain |
| From being drawn |
| Into this silent ground |
| And we will fight |
| Until we believe |
