Once we were lovers   Against all the others   Simply defeated   They knew they were done for   Elected assassins   Or friends of assassins   I suppose under pressure   We drifted apart      Oh, what have they done for you?   Oh, what have they done for you?   We used to laugh in the sun   We made the philistines run   Now look what they've done      They become fascists   To save their interests   They think that the homeless   Should remain homeless   They try and make wild ones   Just good factory hands   But when you play their game   They give you your cards      Together we can vote them out   And make ours a better time   I'll see you on the barricades   On Bromford Bridge   And Saltley Gate & Vine