Anthems are being rewritten,
the buzz can be heard on the street
the dancers are all in position
waiting to pick up the beat
Aphrodite brings us sweet honey
Dionysus is bringing the wine.
The voice of the Turtle is singing
the ram and virgin align.

Radicalism is sexy
conformity moribund,
You’d better lock up your daughters,
while you’re there better lock up your sons.
Chain them to the mortgage ladder,
lock them into solid careers,
the music is growing louder,
soon it will drown out their fears.

You thought the battle was over,
the grey team had won the contest,
but the Mercedes Benz and the mansion
are about to be repossessed.
But out here there is music playing,
free spirits are spreading their wings
there is nothing gained by resisting,
embrace what the future brings.