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.