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