If you listen to a story
If you've got the time to spare
A story of factory fodder
A story that really could scare
From the playing fields of Harrow
Came an image of what should be
Hail Jerusalem, Milton and Keats
What did Latin mean to me
Never going to reach that State of Grace...
Values from Victorian England
Taken to the wastelands of urban decay
How do you think you would ever succeed
In the minds of the new breed
Don't really understand where you're coming from
Don't really wanna know what side you're on
Don't give a damn about what you're fighting for
Don't wanna hear about it anymore
Over and over again, It'll happen over again...
Don't wanna know about your religion
Rather hear people singing a rebel song
Don't wanna know about your love and hate
You won't see me outside those pearly gates