And I see the wealth of a thieving hand As it bangs its fist on the ground we stand All of its laughter is built on a lie But somehow it governs us time after time I want to stand up and accuse this beast And smack its wrists for the tales it speaks But somehow my voice is too distant to hear And no-one is listening in
For the troubles that we know For the hardship that we owe Coz the future's burning up And the smoke and fire is alive and well in the red mist
And I see the suits and their new green pockets As folk who pretend to be human race Apply their cosmetics to their brand new face The course is curved and the lights are gone I want to know why it has all gone wrong But somehow my voice is too distant to hear And no-one is listening in
For the troubles that we know For the hardship that we owe Coz the future's burning up And the smoke and fire is alive and well in the red mist