Blackout - End of my Race

Looks like tomorrow will end up like yesterday,
As I realise my dream is far away,
Fighting for our freedom is their only crime,
With judges in their pockets were gonna do time.

Chorus

When will it change for the better,
The 25 points will be obeyed to the letter,
Who will be outcast, who won't be back,
Were on teh road to victory no turning back.

Only then we'll have the power to reclaim our land
Shared between the worthy, the working class man,
Unite we wil stand undefeated to the last,
Forward to glory, blown away the past

Look out there out there on those city streets,
Changed so much I don't recognise the place,
Look at the old man dying on his feet,
Looks to me like the end of my race.

Chorus

Look out there out there on those city streets,
Changed so much I don't recognise the place,
Look at the old man dying on his feet,
Looks to me like the end of my race.