Socialist Serenade
(Lyrics: Nicky Wire; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

What's the point in an education
When you have to pay for the privilege
This side of the truth where no sun shines
They don't count - the cripples and the blind

I was thinking everybody had a chance
Like a dream stretched away too far
All this time such a debt to the city
I don't know who is the real enemy

This is a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere

Some greater benefit for the people
Ha ha ha ha we all believe in you
Is it about the politics of celebrity
Or endless days in the sun of Tuscany

This is a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere

This is a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere

Change your name to new
Forget the fucking Labour

Robin Cooks' gone wild
He's licking too much pussy
John Prescott's still cool
Must be cos he's Welsh
We're not talking buckets of water here

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