Tytuł: Power Ames

• Wykonawca: Subhumans
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A passing stranger dressed in black
  With slogans painted on his back
  Turned and stared and laughed and carried on
  Another came and did the same
  At first they made me feel ashamed
  But then I realised what I had done
  Without asking I had broke the rules
  Without knowing, I had made them fools
  By merely looking different
  To those who knew the game
  The unity was there to see
  A mass of non-conformity
  There s something wrong, or is it me?
  But they all look just the same
  They hung around in silent pairs
  And gave out their derisive stares
  To anyone who envied or ignored
  A leaflet saying Smash the state
  Work in love and not hate
  Got snatched and ripped and ground into the floor
  Without asking it, I had caught them out
  Without knowing what it was all about
  They assumed it was a wind-up or a con
  Making sure with a nervous glance
  They re-affirmed each other s stance
  And smiled and then forgot and carried on
  The passing strangers stayed that way
  And rotted away in their own decay
  Convinced they d got it right, the rest were wrong
  By deriding them to gain respect
  They tied a noose around their neck
  And fell when something different came along
  Without asking them, they were soon put down
  Without knowing why, they looked around
  And found a new dictatorship in power
  Acting just as they had done
  But on the other end it s not much fun
  And all their sweet delusions soon turned sour
  One man s hand is another man's fist
  And so the power games still exist
  And on idea is right, the rest are wrong
  While such ideas as this are here
  We'll never live without the fear
  Of feeling that we somehow don't belong