Well, back in 1980, when I was running for President, it was all so different. Some pundits said our programs would result in catastrophe. Our views on foreign affairs would cause war. Our plans for the economy would cause inflation to soar and bring about economic collapse
Once you begin a great movement, there's no telling where it will end. We meant to change a nation, and instead, we changed a world
From the poverty shacks, he looks through the cracks to the tracks
And the hoof beats pound in his brain
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hide beneath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
This is it, this is it, this is it, this is it
Oh, here comes history
Kiss of history
Hey hypnotist
We're smoking till we burn out
Who's dreaming of Utopia?
There's gonna be some trouble
A whole house will need re-building
And everyone I love in the house
Will recline on an analyst's couch quite soon
Your father cracks a joke and in the usual way empties the room
This is it, this is it, this is it, this is it
Oh, here comes history
Kiss of history
Hey darling
We're smoking till we burn out
Who's dreaming of Utopia?
This is your last chance
This is your last chance
So slide me into your pocket now
And press your finger hard on the top bell
Press your finger hard on the top bell, top bell
Dolphins swim to rescue you
Schools of fish will keep your throat afloat
Owls bow their learned brow
So slide me into your pocket now
Please be fair
You must tell the kids they live in hell now
Please be fair
You must tell the kids they live in hell now
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