You can buy what money buys and call it friends
You can lie with spacious lies for your own ends
Democracy is just a word, it's often used and seldom heard
And "Freedom"s just a song by Wham!
But we pretend

You can call your TV priests and be born again
The men with the ten-gallon hats and the seven-pint brains
McCarthy's ghosts won't help you now
As we struggle through our finest hour
Your army fights for money but we fight for peace

And you won't put out this flame
It burns so bright through any wind, any rain
No you'll never put out the fire
The dream that will burn on and on

You can kill, wheel, deal, steal if you believe
The end lies just 65 miles north of Tel Aviv
Whether coffee, missiles or cocaine
Do you buy and sell lies just the same?
Your conscience is as foul as the lead that you breathe

And you won't put out this flame
It burns so bright through any wind, any rain
No you'll never put out the fire
The dream that will burn on and on

And you won't put out this flame
It burns so bright through any wind, any rain
No you'll never put out the fire
The dream that will burn on and on

And you won't put out this flame
It burns so bright through any wind, any rain
No you'll never put out the fire
The dream that will burn on and on

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Norman Cook, Steve Kidby