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G.B.H. - New Decade lyrics
From the slums to the suburbs there's a rallying cry, people are kicking authority, blacking its eye. It's sure time to party when your freedom comes, flowers poking out of the barrels of guns. Like a punch-drunk fighter, I see your power fade, talking your place in this mad, mad, mad parade. You pulled the pin from the last hand-grenade, .. .. It's the start of a new decade. You'll get your liberation from the soldiers and the cops, the new wall is built and that is where the buck stops. The underground has risen, select a chosen few. So throw out the old, bring in the new. You've over-run the ignorant, the bigots and the fools, burnin' in the decadence .. the new mob rules. |
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