I was in the pub last night

A mutual friend of ours said

He'd seen you in the uniform

Yeah, the leather belt looks manly

The black boots butch

But oh, what a bastard to get off

Promises, promises

They offer real solutions

But hatred has never won for long

You was so open minded

But by someone blinded

And now your sign says, "Closed"

Promises, promises

They offer real solutions

But hatred has never won for long

I think we've lost our perception

I think we've lost sight of the goals

We should be working for

I think we've lost our reason

We stumble blindly and that vision

Must be restored

I wish that there was something

I could do about it

I wish that there was some way

I could try to fight it, scream and shout it

But something you said

Set the house ablaze

It is called indoctrination

And it happens on all levels

But it has nothing to do with equality

It has nothing to do with democracy

And though it professes to

It has nothing to do with humanity

It is cold, hard and mechanical