Take a look at yourself from the other side, and see if it's really you.
The reason for life is living, so do what you gotta do.
Catch the fire of inspiration, seek and you shall find.
Go on down your own path, don't follow things so blind.
Do what you do (but know why you're doing it).
Do what you do for fun.
Do what you do (but know why you're doing it).
You're the only one.
Trash and truth are easily mixed, split them with your axe.
Burning ambitions fizzle out, don't listen to the facts.
They've got power in supply, overload and fuse it.
Don't sit at home vegetating ..
you've got a brain so use it.
Apathy is on the increase, problems are easily shared.
Freedom's on the horizon, but I didn't know you cared.
Plant the seed of hope and promise, feed it, it will grow.
Question all the answers, rock the Status Quo.
The end of a decade closes in, the oppressed fight back but still can't win.
A blind eye sees more than pain, expressions on heads look so feign.
Four men died today, someone's gotta pay.
Why did four men die today ?
The culprits can't be found, they're hiding underground.
Why did four men die today ?
Hoboes and underdogs strike a new chord, they're sick and tired of acting bored.
Legions of damned citizens try, while all around the rotting die.
Concerned committees study and gen, the final word from Number Ten.
The worried gasp a sigh and frown as all the walls come crashing down.
The end of a decade closes in, the oppressed fight back and still can't win.
Doomsday lurks, an ugly figure, who'll be first to pull the trigger.
It started off as innocent fun, a stranger in a foreign land.
A boy with a gun and no name, seeks compassion with a girl in hand.
When your conscience taps you on the shoulder,
you'll be a little wiser and older.
Not even we can save the children of dust,
not even we can save the children of dust,
Well not even we can save the children of dust.
Task completed but you lost face,
returning home the conquering saviour.
The little girl who lives next door,
takes a shine to your cool behaviour.
A steady job and a nice clean house, part of your parents scheming.
The past will always catch you out, in 'Nam a child is screaming.
Youth has gone now, the past is settled, you'll pay for that night of lust.
A million miles, a promise, and a child of dust.
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