When you cast your eyes upon the skylines  Of this once proud nation  Can you sense the fear and the hatred  Grwoing in the hearts of its population  And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced  by the greedy hands of politics and half truths  The beaten generation, the beaten generation  Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information  The beaten generation, the beaten generation  Open your eyes, open your imagination  We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes  and hypnotised by the satellites  Into believing what is good and what is right  You may be worshipping the temples of mammon  Or lost in the prisons of religion  But can you still walk back to happiness  When you've nowhere left to run?  Andif they send in the special police  To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace  Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues  when they tell us justice is being done  and that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun