I was in the pub last night
A mutual friend of ours said
He'd seen you in the uniform
Yeah, the leather belt looks manly
The black boots butch
But oh, what a bastard to get off
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long
You was so open minded
But by someone blinded
And now your sign says, "Closed"
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long
I think we've lost our perception
I think we've lost sight of the goals
We should be working for
I think we've lost our reason
We stumble blindly and that vision
Must be restored
I wish that there was something
I could do about it
I wish that there was some way
I could try to fight it, scream and shout it
But something you said
Set the house ablaze
It is called indoctrination
And it happens on all levels
But it has nothing to do with equality
It has nothing to do with democracy
And though it professes to
It has nothing to do with humanity
It is cold, hard and mechanical
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