The sound of reason
We paid no attention
We made the rules
For our existence

No more rebellion
Or anarchy
Class war is over
We're on the podium

(We have become comfortable)

Chorus:
The voice of revolution echoes in the empty streets
The noise of rioting has smothered long ago
The hawks have vanished from the scenerys of urban life
Looks like the circle is complete
(All of our minds are now mainstream)

Mirrors reflect
Blue collar shirts
Ideals all wrecked
No more alerts

(We have become comfortably punk)

repeat chorus