Now that you set everybody free. What you going to do about me?. Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown. I'd rather go back in the sweet underground. Where I can tell the time by the colour of my skin. And I know my neighbour 'cos he's the one yes he's the one. Who always turns me in. A woman works the tunnel in the middle of the night. Picking up every lost object in sight. Handbags toupees lost legs and fingernails. The black market eats up all your failures. Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets. No pool no pets no cigarettes. Just non-stop Disco Tex and the Sex-o-lettes. There's no name there's no name. There's no name there's no name. There's no name there's no name. For the pain we'll cause you again and again. For the pain we'll cause you again and again. The Liberation Forces make movies of their own. Playing their Doors records and pretending to be stoned. Drowning out a broadcast that wasn't authorised. Incidentally the revolution will be televised. With one head for business and another for good looks. Until they started arriving with their rubber aprons. and their butcher's hooks. There's no name there's no name. There's no name there's no name. There's no name there's no name. For the pain we'll cause you again and again. For the pain we'll cause you again and again. They're hunting us down here with Liberty's light. A handshaking double talking procession of the mighty. Pursued by a T. V. crew and coming after them. A limousine of singing stars and their brotherhood anthem. The former dictator was impeccably behaved. They're mopping up all the stubborn ones. who just refuse to be saved. I refuse to be saved