Well the generations come Hoy-polloy or chewing gum Bad manners in style And a very low profile As the new wave rebel hoards Scribble balls on notice boards And the old wave hierarchy Try to take 'em seriously Because they have to Ten years ago we were dreaming Upstart youth and rebels all Who have faded to the wall Counting points of social scale While our water brother whale Meets extinction on the seas On a million wounded knees While the taxman robs the poor Like he's always done before Whatever system Ten years ago we were dreaming Dreams There are men employing men Employing men employing men Employing men employing men Who fill in forms employing men That forms a queue of paperwork Clear stretching out into the mirk So that nine-tenths don't produce Holding ransom calling truce And looking dangerous Ten years ago we were dreaming No change
