I was in the pub last night

I was in the pub last night
 When a mutual friend of ours said
 He'd seen you in the uniform
 Yeah the leather belt looks manly
 The black boots butch
 But oh what a [bad word] to get off
 Promises, promises
 They offer real solutions
 But hatred has never won for long
 You was so open minded
 But by somebody blinded
 And now your sign says closed
 Promises, promises
 They offer real solutions
 But hatred has never won for long
 I think we've lost our perception
 I think we've lost sight of the goals we should be working for
 I think we've lost our reason
 We stumble blindly and that vision must be restored!
 I wish that there was something
 I could do about it
 I wish that there was some way
 I could try to fight it
 Scream and shout it
 It is called indoctrination
 And it happens on all levels
 But it has nothing to do with equality
 It has nothing to do with democracy
 And though it professes to
 It has nothing to do with humanity
 It is cold, hard and mechanical