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 butter
In the mountains of muttering voodoo

Spreading this gospile according to hostile
Well fuck you fuck you
You deserted the spirit forever sheep
Fuck you for good why don't you fuck off
With your certified culture
Whimping away to some pasturised future
Killing the airwaves gannets for guano
Shit 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 pass 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