Shout for help,
to find the pieces of the puzzle,
there's no-one in sight to hear the call;
they can't hear, hear at all.
For there's good in the bad;
why fix the problem when it plays into your hands?
the more we kick and scream,
the more they know we need them.

I will be there for you, but it's all in vain.
Just part of the push and pull for power gain.
A point on the board, for popular words;
but nothing will fruit, no nothing will fruit.
So what's the score?

'Lo and behold,
a clever change of focus, a shift of control.
What was red, is now blue,
what was cracked, now smooth.
You see, there's no cause,
there's no value to their values,
no cut in their sword.
It's all "me and my own", all dressed in gold.

I will be there for you, but it's all in vain.
Just part of the push and pull for power gain.
A point on the board, for popular words;
but nothing will fruit, no nothing will fruit.
So what's the score?

Who've we got to turn to when it's done?
Who've we got to turn to when it's over?