Angelic Upstarts. Power Of The Press. Empty Street. Zeneszám

Walking on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind.
Every day it seems the same I find it hard to reason why,
a reason why.

I see the man in the big black car wishing he could have my place.
Give him just a week of my life and wipe the smile off from his face,
off from his face.

Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
Why can?t I just look forward? It?s not sympathy I ask.
We?ve reached the turning point; we?ve reached the point of no return.
I don?t think they?ll ever listen so now?s the time to act.

Look around can you see my life, just a wide and empty space,
looking for encouragement of a worthwhile thing to do, a thing to do.
The country's in a hell of a state everyday upon the news,
it?s all the same, if they win it?s always us they will abuse,
they will abuse.

Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
Why can?t I just look forward? It?s not sympathy I ask.
We?ve reached the turning point; we?ve reached the point of no return.
I don?t think they?ll ever listen so now?s the time to act.

Walking on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind.
Every day it seems the same I find it hard to reason why,
a reason why.

Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
Why can?t I just look forward? It?s not sympathy I ask.
We?ve reached the turning point; we?ve reached the point of no return.
I don?t think they?ll ever listen so now?s the time to act.

Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last.
Why can?t I just look forward? It?s not sympathy I ask.
We?ve reached the turning point