All around that dull gray world From Moscow to Berlin People storm the barricades Walls go tumbling in The counter revolution People smiling though their tears Who can give them back their lives And all those wasted years? And all those wasted years? All those precious wasted years Who will pay? All around that dull gray world Of ideology People storm the marketplace And buy up fantasy The counter revolution At the counter of a store People buy the things they want And borrow for a little more All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Yes I guess we do Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Yes I guess we do All around this great big world All the crap we have to take Bombs and basement fallout shelters All our lives at stake The bloody revolution All the warheads in it's wake All the fear and suffering All a big mistake All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Yes I guess we do Yes I guess we do All those precious wasted years Who will pay? All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? All those wasted years All those wasted years All those wasted years All those wasted years