So fed up with this fucking union
Dreaming back to the days gone by
When they march in the streets with glory
When they raised the flags into the sky
Falling further down my friends
Loocking back will it happen again?
Train of hate has lost its patience
Youth in black gonna clear nation

Did you think that we would forget you?
We always knew the words you spoke were true
Times moves on memory remains
Will it ever be the same again?

Are way of life is slowly dying
Are way of life will soon be gone
Hear the call from the lost generation
Find your way and se were you belong
So many tried to understand
How to find the promise land
From the gutter from the pavement
Heard the eco of our final statement

Lullaby to a bleeding nation
Seldom heard often told
Once written in frustration
Not for money not for gold
They bleievers lost their faith
Saw the welt turn into misery
Good times hope turn to hate
All the greed makes the hart bleed