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.....