These are dangerous time we live in If you're prone to flights of fancy
See the sights around you Wrought by the greed for a better life For which you have to pay
From Glasgow town to London There's people standing in the rain
To take them down to where they're bound It's a part of another way It's called the art of survival
Don't look back to where you've been The horror's even further As the sands of time run thin
As the machinery breaks down Watch the sky go black with anger
From Albion Hill to the Old Chain Pier You can hear a person say Spare some change for all me pains So if your head spins round, go underground
Away from the games they play People down there are trying to care And let each one have their say
It's not revolution tactics Just a natural fight for a natural life Of which systems are afraid
And if it all surrounds you Seems like there's no escape And there's someone stood in front of you Saying do it in their way
Turn your eyes towards the tides See how they never change The sands of time will break their mime