New Decade - G.B.H.

From the slums to the suburbs there’s a rallying cry

People are kicking authority, blacking it’s eye

It’s sure time to party when your freedom comes

Flowers poking out of the barrels of guns

Like a punch-drunk fighter, I see your power fade

Talking your place in this mad, mad, mad parade

You pulled the pin from the last hand-grenade

.. It’s the start of a new decade

You’ll get your liberation from the soldiers and the cops

The new wall is built and that is where the buck stops

The underground has risen, select a chosen few

So throw out the old, bring in the new

You’ve over-run the ignorant, the bigots and the fools

Burnin' in the decadence.

the new mob rules