Looks like tomorrow will end up like yesterday,
as I realise my dream is far away
a once great country thrown to the lions,
defenders of the Nation clapped in irons.
You out there hold the key to the lock
to release the patriots tied in the dock,
figthing for our freedom is their only crime
with judges in their pockets we're gonna do time.
When will it change for the better?
The 25 points will be obeyed to the letter,
you will be outcast and so we'll be back
We're on the road to victory, no turning back.
Only when we have the power to reclaim our land
shared between the worthy, the working class man,
united we will stand undefeated to the last
Forward to glory, blow away the past.
Look out there on those city streets
changed so much I don't recognise the place,
look at the old man dying on his feet
looks to me like the end of my Race.
Look out there on those city streets
Changed so much I don't recognise the place,
look at the White man dying on his feet
looks to me like the end of my Race.
The end of my Race, my Race.
as I realise my dream is far away
a once great country thrown to the lions,
defenders of the Nation clapped in irons.
You out there hold the key to the lock
to release the patriots tied in the dock,
figthing for our freedom is their only crime
with judges in their pockets we're gonna do time.
When will it change for the better?
The 25 points will be obeyed to the letter,
you will be outcast and so we'll be back
We're on the road to victory, no turning back.
Only when we have the power to reclaim our land
shared between the worthy, the working class man,
united we will stand undefeated to the last
Forward to glory, blow away the past.
Look out there on those city streets
changed so much I don't recognise the place,
look at the old man dying on his feet
looks to me like the end of my Race.
Look out there on those city streets
Changed so much I don't recognise the place,
look at the White man dying on his feet
looks to me like the end of my Race.
The end of my Race, my Race.