In the turbulent Sixties One was free to make a choice If he chose to use dope He could shout and raise his voice As the eighties took its toll Everyone was soon to know Frozen lost society Bent on war and poverty The right of privacy, has been denied They just can't see, the pressure caused politically They just can't feel, the way we feel oppression Subliminal messages on the tube Devised to help you make a choice Is this still a free country Or just a political voice Many contradictory statements Regarded often far and few The kind and thoughtful smiling preacher Busted finally, child abuse As we finally reach the nineties Diurnal freedom is a joke The strong arm of the law Holds us all by our chain Injustice in the system Money still will speak Doctors and the lawyers Regulate the weak The right hypocrisy has been supplied They just can't feel the pressure