"Dark skies are looming.
The evil men are booming with their ideas zooming right over our heads,
and you don't know who to believe because you're not sure which side you see. Is it alright for you? Is it alright for me?
Oh no, you can hike on your own on your road.
Oh no, the grass doesn't getting any greener when you're older.
Choose another road."
How does the next bit go? I can't remember. I wrote this when I was still at school, I think.

