I was in the pub last night   A mutual friend of ours said   He'd seen you in the uniform      Yeah, the leather belt looks manly   The black boots butch   But oh, what a bastard to get off      Promises, promises   They offer real solutions   But hatred has never won for long      You was so open minded   But by someone blinded   And now your sign says, "Closed"      Promises, promises   They offer real solutions   But hatred has never won for long      I think we've lost our perception   I think we've lost sight of the goals   We should be working for      I think we've lost our reason   We stumble blindly and that vision   Must be restored      I wish that there was something   I could do about it   I wish that there was some way   I could try to fight it, scream and shout it      But something you said   Set the house ablaze      It is called indoctrination   And it happens on all levels   But it has nothing to do with equality   It has nothing to do with democracy      And though it professes to   It has nothing to do with humanity   It is cold, hard and mechanical