Well I heard the news just the other day;  Now I feel there's something I must say;  Well the darkness comes too often;  This time next year I'll build my coffin;  Made out of lead so X-rays cannot see;  We gotta be free.  Political men they burn their lives out talkin';  We people of the earth just keep on walkin';  Well we don't know what to say;  Only live our lives as slaves;  All we can do is race on to the grave;  Well we gotta get away.  Well they're much too old to care about the future;  They're sewing up the past with shining sutures;  It's immortality they crave;  Their days are done so now they're brave;  Their lives will live in books for fools and slaves;  We gotta get away.  1984 Relix Records Inc.