Lyrics

Defective youth, the writing's on the wall Decline of the West, see the fallout fall Violence, banner of the tough Politicians playing a blind man's bluff Now what? Whose deal? What's truth? What's real? Turn it down, turn it off It's all white noise to me America's missiles - a superpower blessed Hungry child is crying - pretend it's just a test Russia's got the gulag; Pretoria, the bomb Making sure the weak keep silent, move along Now what? Whose deal? What's truth? What's real? Turn it down, turn it off It's all white noise to me Defective man, the writing's in your heart The irony of evil tearing you apart Hanging in the balance, you hear the saviour call Make him lord of everything or see the nations fall Now what? Whose deal? He's truth, he's real Open up, start to feel No more white noise for me