in times like these

faced with such tyranny we bow our heads
the fire's gone out though once it was fierce bright
in times like these we have to make our beds

on our own backs we place the irons and leads
for safety's sake we relinquish every right
faced with such tyranny we bow our heads

whether our favourite singer laughs or weds
is the concern of each of us at night
in times like these we have to make our beds

if we dare speak we're identified as reds
that's the essential nature of our plight
faced with such tyranny we bow our heads

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choose these but do not choose to brandish might
in times like these we have to make our beds

controlled by fears controlled we are by dreads
so we abandon thought and oversight
faced with such tyranny we bow our heads
in times like these we have to make our bed

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