fists are raised in triumph
while heads are in the sand
while everybody's looking left
what the hell is happening right?
what the hell is happening right?
somebody tell me the truth
now youth never waits for anyone
so let's unmask the charade
our time in the shade has overrun
though the dying blooms evade the sun
guided by the hidden hand
by shackles they are bound
a fear you shouldn't hold
the decks are duly loaded
but till we force their hands
somebody tell me the truth
now youth never waits for anyone
so let's unmask the charade
our time in the shade has overrun
though the dying blooms evade the sun
while everybody's looking left
what the hell is happening right?
while everybody's looking left
what the hell is happening right?
while everybody's looking left
what the hell is happening right?
while everybody's looking left
somebody tell me the truth
now youth never waits for anyone
so let's unmask the charade
our time in the shade has overrun
though the dying blooms evade the sun