“Aw...
Let me tell you, baby, let me tell you
That our folks blame the communists, the terrorists
The easterners, the southerners
People of other tribes and other colours
But I tell you it isn’t any of them
You and I know what’s caused all this trouble in this world
It’s those who are sick with age, and fat with money and power”
We the young
“Are content to live with such little bread and power
So we can fly high in the sky
While you oldsters are so weighed down
You’ll never fly
We’ve had to run, we’ve had to hide
But we won’t have to bully anymore
Because we’re gonna teach you how to fly
By freeing you of the burdens of your money and your power
I’m gonna teach you how to fly...”