Consider the following lyrics:
There’s colors on the street.
Red, white, and blue.
People shuffling their feet.
People sleeping in their shoes.
There’s a warning sign on the road ahead.
There’s a lot of people saying we’d be better off dead.
Don’t feel like Satan, but I am to them.
So I try to forget it any way I can.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world. . .
Those words were written in 1989. They might as well have been written yesterday.