I know it don't belong to the flag of my country I squirm and itch 'cos I don't fit this democracy Where I live is like a foreign soil to me My heart and soul is back in '33
The air I breathe is impure and diseased The streets I walk are overcrowded and unclean A so called better world I just cannot see My heart and soul is back in '33
Like the kings new clothes only fools can see The eye of the beholder can be tamed by The eye of the beholder can be trained by greed Tell a lie often enough and it'll be believed Keep life fast and tough, no time to stop and see This suppression of faith!
Nothing much in common with the sheeple that I meet Don't understand their lack of values or morality I'm living in a world where man has been machined Oh, take me heart and soul back to 1933
Like the kings new clothes only fools can see The eye of the beholder can be tamed by The eye of the beholder can be trained by greed Tell a lie often enough and it'll be believed Keep life fast and tough, no time to stop and see This suppression of faith!