Why Nobody Wants To Change – 1st December 1987

So the good days are over they’re all gone
While away your life, working all day long
Nine to five and you think you’re doing well
What about the future, well, who can tell?

Pay slips arrived and Friday’s here
Down the pub for another sixteen beers
Don’t it look great, this lovely world of ours
They make it look like a rosy bed of flowers

They’ve blinded you well, making them look good
Suppressing your mind, you always said they would
Changed your opinion and altered your face
You fit in their plans cos it suits your taste

So who knows what’s the reason
Why nobody wants to change?

Don’t know what you want, but you want it now
Talk to your friends cos they’ll show you how
It’ll look great, this lovely world of ours
They’ll make it look like a rosey bed of flowers

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