21st century sends rockets to the stars
Can't stop psychos cruising round in cars
Cracking tower blocks a world falls over man
Don't kid yourself this is clockwork orange land
Of us we live, of them we die
The old rule the day the young rule the night
People scared to go out in case of a fight
In over crowded prisons the wardens carry guns
Nowhere left to turn to nowhere left to run
Midnight gangs assemble on the sidewalk
Killer car boys drinking beer beside the Duke of York
Outside a young droogs dying his blood runs like a stream
His hair's too long his clothes all wrong following another team