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