From the slums to the suburbs there's a rallying cry,npeople are kicking authority, blacking its eye.nIt's sure time to party when your freedom comes,nflowers poking out of the barrels of guns.nnLike a punch-drunk fighter, I see your power fade,ntalking your place in this mad, mad, mad parade.nnYou pulled the pin from the last hand-grenade,n.. .. It's the start of a new decade.nnYou'll get your liberation from the soldiers and the cops,nthe new wall is built and that is where the buck stops.nThe underground has risen, select a chosen few.nSo throw out the old, bring in the new.nnYou've over-run the ignorant, the bigots and the fools,nburnin' in the decadence .. the new mob rules.