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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 God's eyes view the scene Watch the world go 'round Everything seems so small All your hopes have drowned A social revolution Nothing stays the same The final contribution to The historical game Teenage life is out On the viewing screens All those in authority Package youthful dreams They shove across the counter Pre-programmed existence No one cares, but still They press on with such persistence Pressure and insistence Always so consistent "Here's the way you want to live today. . ." Has anybody ever heard of a concept they call freedom No one wants their choices made for them, but no one else believes them They try to foist their own choice on the young, do they even see them Does anybody hear the voice of restless youth Crying in the jungle? Work for the things they need A little cash and education Try to get the attention of A cruel, unfeeling nation The people who can help them The press and politicians Won't listen to the angry crowd No heed to their decisions Startled by their own precision And their sharpened, clearer visions That pave the way for more of yesterday. . . Has anybody ever heard of a concept they call freedom No one wants their choices made for them, but no one else believes them They try to foist their own choice on the young, do they even see them Does anybody hear the voice of restless youth Crying in the jungle? Has anybody ever heard of a concept they call freedom No one wants their choices made for them, but no one else believes them They try to foist their own choice on the young, do they even see them Does anybody hear the voice of restless youth Crying in the jungle? |