This is Mr. Rubin , British singer Lesley Duncan's 1971 song. It nails the privileged, sheltered anarchists of 1968 Chicago squarely to the wall of classist hypocrisy, where they remain today:
Well you're stirring up hatred and you make me ashamed
I really do think that your soul must be maimed
You're trying to tell me it's them or it's us
But I tell you there's no way if we don't build on trust
The world has gone rotten so do what you must
But don't forget love Mr. Rubin, Oh no don't forget love
Well to your kind I know I'm just one of a crowd
But I hope that you'll listen I don't like talkin' loud
There's a strange lack of vision that's driving you on
There's times to be here you say and times to be gone
And the times that we live in must surely be wrong
But don't forget love Mr. Rubin, Oh no don't forget love.
There's a change due to come and you know it
And you think it's your duty to fight
But it's people like you who's gonna blow it
While you're standin' there blacking the light.
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