In the turbulent Sixties

One was free to make a choice

If he chose to use dope

He could shout and raise his voice

As the eighties took its toll

Everyone was soon to know

Frozen lost society

Bent on war and poverty



CHORUS

The right of privacy, has been denied

They just can't see, the pressure caused politically

They just can't feel, the way we feel OPPRESSION



Subliminal messages on the tube

Devised to help you make a choice

Is this still a free country

Or just a political voice

Many contradictory statements

Regarded often far and few

The kind and thoughtful smiling preacher

Busted finally, child abuse



CHORUS



As we finally reach the nineties

Diurnal freedom is a joke

The strong arm of the law

Holds us all by our chain

Injustice in the system

Money still will speak

Doctors and the lawyers

Regulate the weak



The right hypocrisy has been supplied

They just can't feel the pressure