They say the working class is dead we're all consumers now
They say that we have moved ahead we're all just people now
There's people doing frightfully well, there's others on the shelf
But never mind the second kind this is the age of self

Well it seems to me if we forget our roots or where we stand
The movement will disintegrate like castles built on sand

They say we need new images to help our movement grow
They say that life is broader based as if we didn't know
There's people doing frightfully well, there's others on the shelf
But never mind the second kind this is the age of self

It seems to me if we forget our roots or where we stand
The movement will disintegrate like castles built on sand
Like castles built on sand