New Labour

We fight and fight to win
We want it much more than we oughta
Is the pursuit of power such a sin
As our ideals are sent to slaughter

Well we made it, here we are
Now we can change the world
But a drink first at the bar?
Our victory story should be told

Things can only get better
But these changes will take time
I’ll send you your answer in a letter
Young man your place or mine?

Camelot this aint
The walls of decency soon breached
The towns are yet to see red paint
Were we aiming for a summit never reached?

And yet we’ll win again
And just as handsome as before
A country run by foolish men
Never changing, wanting more