The Age of Self

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

They say we need new images to help our movement grow

They say that life is broader based as if we didn't know

While Martin J. and Robert M. play with printer's ink

The workers 'round the world still die for Rio Tinto Zinc

And it seems to me if we forget

Our roots and where we stand

The movement will disintegrate

Like castles built on sand

Songwriters

WYATT, ROBERTPublished by

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