DESCRIPTION:
Down in the street is a man with a vision,
Then crash! In a flash he's on a head-on collision with time,
It's suddenly clear he's controlled by the Oldoids, conditioned
To think that to fight is some sort of crime.
They live in glass cases with photo-fit faces, no
Slum-dwelling places, no trace of the high-rise for these guys,
And the kids on the streets are preparing for take-over time.

And there on the wall in words eight feet tall
They're advising you all to join parties and watch the TV
And up in the sky is a vision of mercy, but it might
Just as well be a fortnight in Jersey for me.
I'm so unconvinced by your Saviors and Princes,
And since we got started your bleeding heart love leaves me cold,
I'm either a century to soon or a lifetime too old.

Alright I've said nothing new, just old words
In a slightly new way,
That's right, I'm exactly like you, I'm hung-up
Wondering how we can make it today.

And down in the streets is a man whose been blinded by visions
Of prisons for some and for others hotels.
He screams could it be what you call evolution is nothing
Much more than a multiplication of cells?
I talk to my Revox about lonely millions, make tapes on the
Phone so it's seems I'm never alone
The TV stays on while I'm out so I'm always at home

Alright I've said nothing new, just old words
In a slightly new way,
That's right, I'm exactly like you, I'm hung-up
Wondering how we can make it today.