T.V. blinks out over Europe The final show has run The moon is waiting for the take-off Of the kamikaze sun Every nation is nodding With their governments on the run Tossing and turning the night away In the sights of the rock'n'roll gun Nightmares Of tribal rebellion Of the radioactive young >From every corner of the EEC Where electric guitars are strung Strange electric weapons Fire frequencies to the head While the Old World loses power City blazes The real power now raises Its ugly head! MAYDAY MAYDAY economy's in a spin MAYDAY MAYDAY rock armies are movin'in MAYDAY MAYDAY there's a continent to win MAYDAY MAYDAY the grenade has lost it's pin Rock-bands have occupied the land A generation brought to boil Cause they refuse to be bought and sold For a couple of barrels of oil To have their future decided By a man in a dark-grey suit But now the rhythms of the streets invade His dreams of power and loot With nightmares Of tribal rebellion Of the radioactive young From every corner of the EEC Where electric blues is sung Strange electric anthems Haunt the upper class in its bed While the Old World loses power The city blazes The real power now raises Ot's ugly head! MAYDAY MAYDAY ...