Hard Times

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

Maybe never ever

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