All around that dull gray world 
From Moscow to Berlin 
People storm the barricade 
Walls go tumbling in 

The counter-revolution 
People smiling through their tears 
Who can give them back their lives 
And all those wasted years? 
All those precious wasted years 
Who will pay? 

All around that dull gray world 
Of ideology 
People storm the marketplace 
And buy up fantasy 

The counter-revolution 
At the counter of a store 
People buy the things they want 
And borrow for a little more 
All those wasted years 
All those precious wasted years 
Who will pay? 

Do we have to be forgiving at last? 
What else can we do? 
Do we have to say goodbye to the past? 
Yes I guess we do 

All around this great big world 
All the [bad word] we had to take 
Bombs and basement fallout shelters 
All our lives at stake 

The bloody revolution 
All the warheads in its wake 
All the fear and suffering 
All a big mistake 
All those wasted years 
All those precious wasted years 
Who will pay?