It's on the radio and on the clothes we wear,
In the souvenir stores and in the way we clap our hands.
It's on the city streets even when it sleeps,
In the disco neon and on the grass where we sleep.

Tell my will you hear the voice of gold if it speaks
And grabs you by your hand and leads you into the gray?

It's in the schools where we play, in every working 
place,
It comes and visits the patients every now and then.
Inside the skyscrapers and in squatters it is
Inside the public eye that screams for another trend.

Will you hear the voice of gold if it speaks
And grabs you by your hand and leads you into the gray?
Don't pray on me, this ain't as it used to be,
We ain't that free as we were meant to be,
Will you sing with me to these corporate melodies,
A journey to the core of this monster we adore.
It was knocking our heads when our teenage band,
It was waiting for the right time to bite our neck.

One last call to dignity
One more candle to light
In the name of the romantics.