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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 it's population?  And our 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 misinformation 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?  If they send in the special police To deliver us from evil and keep us from peace  Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues When they tell us justice is being done That freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun?  The beaten generation, the beaten generation Reared on a diet of prejudice and misinformation The beaten generation, the beaten generation Open your eyes, open your imagination