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Dead dreams, dead dreams fly flags

Flapping in the breeze, wave your colored rags

Hard times, were they ever any better

Maybe never ever

The slogan will take you like lemmings to the cliff

You’ll feel better than ever, and into the abyss

Ha!

Ha!

Haha!

Hard times were they ever any better

Every crack every crevice will be sanitised

There’ll be no more war there’ll be no more choice

And those behind you — Should go live elsewhere

Spies everywhere — You put the poison in the air

Hard times, were they ever any better

Maybe never ever

The words cry for help — But the music says, no

Every sentence a siege of national pride

Hard times, were they ever any better, maybe

And I — I won’t answer the call

I don’t like khaki, I won’t wear your uniform

There’ll be no more war, there’ll be no more choice

There’ll be no more war, there’ll be no more choice

Hard times were they ever any better