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When you cast your eyes upon the skylines Of this once proud nation Can you sense the fear and the hatred Grwoing in the hearts of its population And our youth, oh youth, are being seducedby the greedy hands of politics and half truths The beaten generation, the beaten generation Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information The beaten generation, the beaten generation Open your eyes, open your imagination We're being sedated by the gasoline fumesand hypnotised by the satellites Into 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? Andif 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 tongueswhen they tell us justice is being doneand that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun
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