From The Slums To The Suburbs There's A Rallying Cry,

People Are Kicking Authority, Blacking Its Eye.

It's Sure Time To Party When Your Freedom Comes,

Flowers Poking Out Of The Barrels Of Guns.



Like A Punch-drunk Fighter, I See Your Power Fade,

Talking Your Place In This Mad, Mad, Mad Parade.



You Pulled The Pin From The Last Hand-grenade,

.. .. It's The Start Of A New Decade.



You'll Get Your Liberation From The Soldiers And The Cops,

The New Wall Is Built And That Is Where The Buck Stops.

The Underground Has Risen, Select A Chosen Few.

So Throw Out The Old, Bring In The New.



You've Over-run The Ignorant, The Bigots And The Fools,

Burnin' In The Decadence .. The New Mob Rules.