if I can't be happy
i will never be sad
if I can't make love
i will never make war
if this life is impossible
then I'll never die
so you see my young friends
these people, they lie

in wait to deceive you
in terror of sickness
in fear of lost legacies
with terror of death
these people will tell you
what they want you to hear
but you see my young friends
they don't think you have ears

to listen
to learn
to banish
and burn
These foolish ideas
Of the past simple life
That will bring you no good,
Only worries and strife.
Do you see my young friends?
Do you say, "look at them!"?

For they grow, and they flourish.
For tomorrow they die.
And a new generation will rise up in glory
And take us by storm...
And the storm will pass by.