Dead dreams, dead dreams fly flags
Flapping in the breeze, wave your colored rags
Hard times, were they ever any better
Maybe never ever
The slogan will take you like lemmings to the cliff
You'll feel better than ever, and into the abyss
Ha! Ha! Haha!
Hard times were they ever any better
Every crack every crevice will be sanitised
There'll be no more war there'll be no more choice
And those behind you - Should go live elsewhere
Spies everywhere - You put the poison in the air
Hard times, were they ever any better
Maybe never ever
The words cry for help - But the music says, no
Every sentence a siege of national pride
Hard times, were they ever any better, maybe
And I - I won't answer the call
I don't like khaki, I won't wear your uniform
There'll be no more war, there'll be no more choice
There'll be no more war, there'll be no more choice
Hard times were they ever any better
Hard Times was written by John Lydon & John McGeoch & Lu Edmonds & Allan Dias & Bruce Smith.
Hard Times was produced by Gary Langan & Public Image Ltd..