Well I heard the news just the other day;

Now I feel there's something I must say;

Well the darkness comes too often;

This time next year I'll build my coffin;

Made out of lead so X-rays cannot see;

We gotta be free.

Political men they burn their lives out talkin';

We people of the earth just keep on walkin';

Well we don't know what to say;

Only live our lives as slaves;

All we can do is race on to the grave;

Well we gotta get away.

Well they're much too old to care about the future;

They're sewing up the past with shining sutures;

It's immortality they crave;

Their days are done so now they're brave;

Their lives will live in books for fools and slaves;

We gotta get away.

1984 Relix Records Inc.