In the turbulent Sixties   One was free to make a choice   If he chose to use dope   He could shout and raise his voice   As the eighties took its toll   Everyone was soon to know   Frozen lost society   Bent on war and poverty      The right of privacy, has been denied   They just can't see, the pressure caused politically   They just can't feel, the way we feel oppression      Subliminal messages on the tube   Devised to help you make a choice   Is this still a free country   Or just a political voice   Many contradictory statements   Regarded often far and few   The kind and thoughtful smiling preacher   Busted finally, child abuse      As we finally reach the nineties   Diurnal freedom is a joke   The strong arm of the law   Holds us all by our chain   Injustice in the system   Money still will speak   Doctors and the lawyers   Regulate the weak      The right hypocrisy has been supplied   They just can't feel the pressure