You don't find
Days that we can take a piece of mind from
But days like this are nature of the times
And we can take a new leaf in our book
Come people
Gather round and listen to yourselves now
The papers aren't written for your minds
They will prophesise til we're like sinking stone
The battle
That's raging outside our fucking news rooms
Cannot be heard through all their piles of money
But we don't care for paper or for thrones
The old road
Is short and narrow, so why don't we all grow?
Cos nothing good will come from drilling holes in
The world that we're supposed to call our home!
And we don't stand alone, no we will never give up!
We don't stand, don't stand, don't stand...
Alone!
