1. It’s coming the new generation
    They’ve got stones and bottles
    Watchwords on their lips
    Chaos in souls
    It’s coming and shout: more, more!

Chorus:
   Not much freedom and hope for future
   We’re sinking in the sea of  despair
   Will we die out like dinosaurs
   Or all of us will go abroad
   Where’s getting the new generation
   Are they our hope or burden
   Will they change the world or bugger up
   Or maybe make it better back

2. Will they have blood on hands again
    Or maybe give up on killing time
    Are they all really to write off
    Or send defenseless against big force

Chorus:
   Not much freedom and hope for future
   We’re sinking in the sea of  despair
   Will we die out like dinosaurs
   Or all of us will go abroad
   Where’s getting the new generation
   Are they our hope or burden
   Will they change the world or bugger up
   Or maybe make it better back