All around that dull gray world From Moscow to Berlin People storm the barricades Walls go tumbling in
The counter-revolution People smiling through their tears Who can give them back their lives And all those wasted years? All those precious wasted years- Who will pay?
All around that dull gray world Of ideology People storm the marketplace And buy up fantasy
The counter-revolution At the counter of a store People buy the things they want And borrow for a little more All those wasted years All those precious,wasted years Who will pay?
Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Yes,I guess we do
All around this great big world All the crap we had to take Bombs and basement fallout shelters All our lives at state
The bloody revolution All the wartheads in its wake All the fear and suffering- All a big mistake All those wasted years All those precious,wasted years Who will pay?
