well I used to think I had purpose
That gave me reason or rhyme
I used to think I could purchase
All I could buy of your time
But now it all seems so worthless
Just like a river of slime
Oh youth is all out to hurt us cos
I'm starting to run out of time
Nothing means what it says and
Nothing really is crime
When justice is a burnt olive branch
I keep getting handed time after time
Might it is like a sand castle
That the sea washes away in its tides
And Power is like a toy sail ship
That's adrift down the river or rhine
Come show me back to my own lands
I don't want to die on this hill
Many heroes have come here before us
And I've no doubt many more will
There is no vacuum between us
Except the one that our silence would kill
Oh I'm running in circles and the window cleaners
Can't wipe the stain from the sill
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