The Old Damned World

There's a buzz in our head
That craves for quiet
To think awhile instead
Cars groan by
Planes streak the sky
I can't hear what I just said

There's a vice on our mind
That wrings us dry
It turns double bind
Less means more
Peace means war
We're free to be confined

There's a vibe in the air
As alien as an angel
A sorrow we share
Good-bye blue sky
No more nice guy
No-one will be aware

There's movement on the hill
That reaches around the world
It keeps us cold and still
A final solution
To the peoples revolution
A way to break their will