There is a turning point, we all must face Even though we want to ignore what it has to say Life is not easy, why make things worse Suck it up and stick
to mean much; Of anyone we've used more that most. Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked, Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand
In chaos they're retreating I'm gonna hunt them down one by one The lastremains of the once so mighty horde Now lie bleeding in the soil I throw my,
into the ghettos of wealth. Beneath the protective sheath of Thatcher's economy The right, rich and privileged get even richer And they, in turn, support
five-pointed star Facing the fright, the dimension she chose Was the call of the night Kissed by the wolf and thrown into torment She was introduced
enter into the ghettos of wealth. Beneath the protective sheath of Thatcher's economy The right, rich and privileged get even richer And they, in turn
