Hold hands with the person to your right   Hold hands and try to look sincere-o   Tell them, though you don't know their name   That you still can feel their pain   Yeah, you still can feel their pain      We'll sing Jerusalem, now boys   As we build a land fit for zeros   It's all that I can do to stop   Fake tears from welling up   Fake tears from welling up      If you thought this was your country   You can just forget it, you're too old   You're too poor, you're too posh   You'll never get in here wearing that my dear      Don't smoke, don't smack, don't eat red meat   This is a tolerant land fit for zeros   And if you're lost just hear my call   Mediocrity is all, mediocrity is all      If you thought this was your country   You can just forget it, you're too old   You're too poor, you're too posh   You'll never get in here wearing that my dear      The past is all forgotten now   This is a young, modern land fit for zeros   And if we fight, it's only when we're guaranteed to win   And should you, just stray, just hear my call   Mediocrity is all, mediocrity is all