When you cast your eyes upon the skylines
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Of this once proud nation
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Can you sense the fear and the hatred
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Growing in the hearts of its population
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And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced
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by the greedy hands of politics and half truths
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The beaten generation, the beaten generation
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Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
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The beaten generation, the beaten generation
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Open your eyes, open your imagination
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We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes
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and hypnotised by the satellites
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Into believing what is good and what is right
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You may be worshipping the temples of mammon
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Or lost in the prisons of religion
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But can you still walk back to happiness
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When you've nowhere left to run?
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Andif they send in the special police
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To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace
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Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues
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when they tell us justice is being done
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and that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun
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The Beat(en) Generation
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