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



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