GBH - New decade

From the slums to the suburbs there's a rallying cry,people are kicking authority, blacking its 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.