No Revolution ( P C )
All my loves lost and gained in the past
Couldn’t make a bit of difference
With their sayings and saviors,
And etchings on the backs of a thousand notebooks
Now it’s all down to me
Me, me, me!
No revolution, no evolution
It won’t be reinstated like an American Dream
What that might be to millions
Of unsuspecting people
Might not be that to you…
You can have your white-picket fence,
But how you get there is up to you
and no one else.
Although people are willing to live through you,
will they be willing to die for you too?