Dead dreams
Dead dreams flying flags
Flapping into the breeze
Wave your coloured rags
Hard times
Were they never any better
Maybe never ever
The slogan will take you like lemmings to the cliff
You'll feel better than ever
And into the abyss
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Hard times
Were they never any better
Every crack every crevice will be sanitised
There'll be no more war
There'll be no more choice
And those not behind you
Should go live elsewhere
Spies everywhere
You put the poison in the air
Hard times
Were they never any better
The words cry for help
But the music says no
Every sentence a siege of national pride
Hard times
Were they never any better, maybe
And I
I won't answer the call
I don't like khaki
I won't wear your uniform
There'll be no more war
There'll be no more choice
There'll be no more war
There'll be no more choice
Hard times
Were they ever any better
