Safety in numbers together   Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever   See him, victim, shouting   Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field   Safety in numbers together   Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever   See him, victim, shouting   Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field   And we are foolishly drawn      We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush   The gods of not very much   We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush   The gods of not very much      A strange dude in brown shoes with holes through   Stands at speaker's corner with a memo tape recorder   Nightfall, the crowd come, his bible   Opened at a page that says he made us all the same   How funny, ironic, the crowd they   They agree to differ as they're wearing the same t-shirt   Fit in, convention, nothing   You're just talking rubbish and you know that you're not   Playing with us   'cos we're the gods of not very much