The Beat(en) Generation

When you cast your eyes upon the skylines
 Of this once proud nation
 Can you sense the fear and the hatred
 Growing in the hearts of its population
 And youth, oh youth, are being seduced
 by the greedy hands of politics and half truths
 The beaten generation
 The beaten generation
 Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
 The beaten generation
 The beaten generation
 Open your eyes, open your imagination
 We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes
 and hypnotised by the satellites
 Into believing what is good and what is right
 You may be worshipping the temples of mammon
 Or lost in the prisons of religion
 But can you still walk back to happiness
 When you've nowhere left to run?
 The beaten generation
 The beaten generation
 Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
 The beaten generation
 The beaten generation
 Open your eyes, open your imagination
 And if they send in the special police
 To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace
 Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues
 when they tell us justice is being done
 and that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun
 The beaten generation
 The beaten generation
 Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
 The beaten generation
 The beaten generation
 Open your eyes, open your imagination