A Time of Change
Well times are changing, 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