All around that dull gray world
From Moscow to Berlin
People storm the barricades
Walls go tumbling in

The counter revolution
People smiling though their tears
Who can give them back their lives
And all those wasted years?
And all those wasted years?

All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?

All around that dull gray world
Of ideology
People storm the marketplace
And buy up fantasy

The counter revolution
At the counter of a store
People buy the things they want
And borrow for a little more

All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?
Yes I guess we do
Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?
Yes I guess we do

All around this great big world
All the crap we have to take
Bombs and basement fallout shelters
All our lives at stake

The bloody revolution
All the warheads in it's wake
All the fear and suffering
All a big mistake

All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?

Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
What else can we do?
Do we have to say goodbye to the past?
Yes I guess we do
Yes I guess we do
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
All those wasted years
All those wasted years
All those wasted years
All those wasted years