Identity

The world is getting smaller every day

A complex virtuality in every way

The man in the street is reaching for his heart

Searching for identity from the past

The past, we must know, is dead and gone

But the lessons we learn, they live on and on

As peace and freedom were written on the wall

The man in the street was told, he needs something more

Once it was the rich against whom he fought

Now it is the professors, the judges, their fault

The metropolitan, the liberal, the academic elite

Are the ones to crush for the man in the street