While I wrote this song I was, as well, as angry as hell about what Blair was doing, licking Bush's bottom! The table (it has a brass plaque) is in the Mother Shipton Inn, Knaresborough, North Yorkshire, England. In case you didn't know: Guy Fawkes tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament in 1605, giving rise to the old anarchist slogan: 'Vote for Guy Fawkes - the only man ever to enter Parliament with honest intentions..'      GUY FAWKES' TABLE      I'm sitting at Guy Fawkes' table   The day Parliament voted for war   Though the mass of the people opposed it   And it flouts international law   I'm sitting at Guy Fawkes' table   While American thugs flaunt their power   Egged on by a sad little muppet   And his craven and cowardly shower.      CHORUS      Aneurin Bevan, your party is dead   And the time for a new one is nigh   Will the last person Left please turn out the lights?   New Labour, just fuck off and die.      They won't be caught up in the carnage   They'll be pontificating right here   Their kids won't be Iraqi conscripts   Moved down while they're shitting with fear   Saddam was the Yanks� chosen ally   On a whim, they now say he must fall   So they�ll carpet bomb defenceless soldiers -   But that�s not �mass destruction� at all....      CHORUS      I'm sitting at Guy Fawkes' table   As Bush and his muppet connive   And I'm filled with unspeakable anger   And I'm thinking of 1605   One message, Dishonourable Members   Who endorsed an illegal attack -   No, I don't want to bomb you like Guy did   But I'd love to send you to Iraq.      CHORUS      We need a new socialist party -   But not the Judean People's Front   Not another small sect, but a movement   With the power to change and confront   We need an electoral system   Which gives every voter a voice   'Cos we're fed up with voting for traitors   And we have the right to a choice!      CHORUS