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