A Time of Change

Well times are changing, well everywhere, our flags are raising, the time is near
Our lives are just a struggle, that we’re fighting everyday and I know it
can’t be easy, it’s a time of change, it’s a time of change.

Stood against us, are the scum and they are worried, because their time will come.
One that called himself a revolutionary, turned out to be gay. Just a mummy’s little rich boy,
it’s a time of change it’s a time of change.

They call themselves political soldiers, but they have a massive yellow streak.

A soldier has strength, but they are bent, limp wristed and weak.

Pathetic little mummy’s boys, there was nothing they wanted for

But come the day when they have to pay, we’ll see who they are working for.

The other enemy, he held aloft a cross

And in his church that day, he prayed to be the boss.

But all he wanted was money, and all he wanted was praise.

Now he’s gone and the bands play on, it’s a time of change. It’s a time of change.