Text: Stiff Little Fingers. Tinderbox. A River Flowing.

Judgment man on the bench again
Telling me what I've done wrong
Judgment man throws away the key
Says he's putting me where I belong

Government man on my TV screen
Telling me what's right for me
But the government man on the TV screen
Doesn't see things that I can see

He's calling, "Trust me, need me
Put your faith in my lies, believe me
Trust me, need me, we're moving on
'Cos we're past believing"

We are a river flowing
And you can't turn the river round
We are a river flowing
Why don't you jump in the river and drown

Police man on the beat again
Beating all that he can find
Criminal man on the street again
Steal instead of serving time

Preacher man on the satellite
Says he gonna save my heart
All it takes is a telephone call
And a current credit card

He's crying, "Hold me, feel me
Put your hands on my head and heal me
Hold me, fleece me, we're moving on
'Cos we're past believing"

For too long now, you've denied the truth
Now you have to face your fear
'Cos for too long now, you've had all the power
But you can't last another year

C'mon, face me, see me
Realize that I'm what you made me
Hear me, join me
Or stand aside as the tide come sweeping