From Revolution To Ruin – 27th November 1987

We’re lost and forgotten in the modern age
Chewed up, spat out, ravaged by the plague
A generation like a new invention
A short sharp shock rather than prevention

Not being able to speak our mind
We must find new answers for our own kind
Say we’re never right, we’re always wrong
Keep in line, stay where you belong

So now we stand ready to fight for our cause
Somethings not right, it’s time to take a pause
Same old story, we’re better, you’re worse
It’s some sort of trendy tribal curse

You’re so cold, I’ve seen it before
Think you’re so big, walking so tall
Seeing what you can get from people like me
When you fall you’ll get no sympathy

Don’t even know what I’m doing now
It’s not worth thinking, I don’t know how
A revolution that doesn’t make sense
Don’t know what you’re fight against

What will you do now you’re having fun
Will you look back at what you’ve done
Gave up the fight for your selfish aims
So you could carry on with your little games