Why settle for what we're shown   When there is so much more   Sometimes the book of law   Is only half the story   Means and ends   Deciding where to draw the line   Loss of work in Sellafield homes   Or the threat of cancers yet to come   The choice seems obvious   There is no choice   Only the option of looking outside   This narrow definition of   What you see is all there will ever be   There comes a time--that time is now   When every second, every day   When every action, every though   Will tell the world how you cast your vote   They break our legs   And we say thank you when they offer us crutches   Tired of mild reform   Sick of hand-me-downs   We topple all the theories to the ground   All real change   Must come from below   Our bosses must live in fear   Of the factory floor   And when they smile   And they ask for my support   I'll give them these words   And a bloody nose   You don't help your enemy   When you're at war   There are moments in all of our lives   Tiny sparks still deep inside   When a new-born baby cries   When you're watching clouds in a summer sky   The first time you walked out on strike   Love and sex and holding tight   Things that can't be bought   By promises and votes   I hate the things I love being criminalized   I hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up in   I hate MPs, judges, and magistrates   I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars   I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats   I hate wars, and all the people who love them   I hate the idea of living on other people's backs   I hate being filed and registered and classified   I hate being watched and monitored   I hate police   I hate the way you talk down at me   I hate being told what to do   I hate you when you don't listen   I hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornography   I hate the pain we inflict on each other, on animals, and on the earth   And I hate how love songs have become cliches   Through endless, shallow repetition   Each angry word   Every cynical put-down   Every song is carefully born   From a hope of something better to come   All jumbled-up   Love and hate and love   Each prompted by the other   For the cause of peace we have to go to war   Refusing to sleep   Whilst there's a world to win   Yet happy to dream   Dreams make the plans to change this world   Not just some future heaven   But today and every day   In our place of work   In the queue for the metro bus   Organize!   Here's the rest of our lives!   (Repeat)   A tiny spark still deep inside   (Repeat)   We can and will run the factories and mills   We can and will educate ourselves   We can and will work the fields   We can and will police ourselves   We can and will run the factories and mills   We can and will educate ourselves   We can and will work the fields   We can and will police ourselves   We can and will create and build   (Repeat)