T.V. blinks out over Europe

The final show has run

The moon is waiting for the take-off

Of the kamikaze sun

Every nation is nodding

With their governments on the run

Tossing and turning the night away

In the sights of the rock'n'roll gun


Nightmares

Of tribal rebellion

Of the radioactive young

>From every corner of the EEC

Where electric guitars are strung

Strange electric weapons

Fire frequencies to the head

While the Old World loses power

City blazes

The real power now raises

Its ugly head!


MAYDAY MAYDAY economy's in a spin

MAYDAY MAYDAY rock armies are movin'in

MAYDAY MAYDAY there's a continent to win

MAYDAY MAYDAY the grenade has lost it's pin


Rock-bands have occupied the land

A generation brought to boil

‘cause they refuse to be bought and sold

for a couple of barrels of oil

to have their future decided

by a man in a dark-grey suit

but now the rhythms of the streets invade

his dreams of power and loot


with nightmares

of tribal rebellion

of the radioactive young

from every corner of the EEC

where electric blues is sung

strange electric anthems

haunt the upper class in its bed

while the Old World loses power

the city blazes

the real power now raises

ot's ugly head!


MAYDAY MAYDAY ...



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