Revolution Used To Be Cool,

To The Field We Are Scattered From The Day We Are Born To Grow Wild And Sleep Rough Til From The Earth We Are Torn.

I Might Even End Up A Rock And Roll God, It Might Turn Into A Steady Job.

There Was A Gas Strike, Oil Strike, Lorry Strike, Bread Strike, Got To Be A Superman To Survive.

Tell The People What They Want And Decide What They Need.

I'm The Mirror To Your Mood, You Hate Me And I Hate You.