Roy Harper - The Fourth World lyrics

It's high time to fly In the face of the lie It is over To slave for ideals That have long been ordeals Must be over So come on you man Don't be conned yet again Finding out you've got nowt... Must be over... for good Sometimes I vote For the man in the coat But I'm dreaming With community dead And rat race instead I'd be dreaming That I could be heard In the state of absurd Really dreaming... whacko... Right out there (For good?) You know in your heart of hearts In your vision In your children That you've gotta make a new start In this hour of decision If you are the tabloid Caught up in this typhoid Of cuckoo Still hoarding the bu*ter In the mountains of muttering Voodoo Spreading this gospile According to hostile Well f** you... f** you You deserted the spirit forever... sheep f** you... for good Why don't you f** off With your certified culture Whimping away to some Pasturised future k**ing the airwaves Gannets for guano sh** for propaganda Radio dumbo The people who've got Three worlds on sale (just gimme) Would rip the fourth apart Re-package you Rip you off Flog the only heart In the sell out, the sell out Not brave enough to change it Too low down to inherit the earth So look in the mirror And tell me It's all going to happen That the doors of perception And justice Will finally open All by themselves Without lifting a finger Just by hoping... just by hoping... Opening Pandora's box... So fill all the forms in With misinformation and vanish Or pa** to your children The code they will need to diminish The world that you knew That you brought them into For the anguish For the relish... for the fish... For all of us You know in your heart of hearts... etc So pull up a fire And throw down your gun The fourth world is here Soon there'll either be none Or one global village With faces as bright as the sun One global village With faces as bright as the sun