Lyrics: Chumbawamba. The Candidates Find Common Ground.

Full employment, slave labor and schemes
An unemployed workforce, the capitalist's dream
But let's keep Britain working
Either way we must keep Britain working

Conventional weapons to kill people nicely
Nuclear weapons to keep the peace
But weapons definitely
Either way we must defend ourselves

Nationalization, with one big boss
No, privatization, with lots of little bosses
But someone in control, of course
Either way there must be someone giving orders

A toast to democracy
The prison guard of this society
Sides in the voting game
Disappear into the same machine
The same machine
A toast

To US bases and nuclear weapons
To stopping pickets pulling down fences
To the British troops in Northern Ireland
To the wonderful victory in the Falklands

To the plastic bullet and the riot police
To the UDM, to the TUC
To isolating gays and to law and to order
To richer bosses, to poorer workers

A toast to democracy
The prison guard of this society
Sides in the voting game
Disappear into the same machine
The same machine
A toast

To longer hours and to less pay
To the courts for those who get in our way
To the beating of people who step out of line
To the use of troops to break a strike

To the expulsion of extremists
And political witch hunts
To repatriation, to benefit cuts
To peaceful settlements and to no strike agreements
To authority, to power, to governments

One, two, three
To the annual rise in the MP's wage
To vested interests, to privilege
To the party who wins the next election
By definition a victory to capitalism