Lyrics:
told me
Told me I should vote New Labour
But I don't know who to trust
And I just find it all confusing
All as useless as each other
Past the point
New millennium angst has left me scarred, embittered
Don't dismiss this song as rhetoric
We came round to surface, we survived Britannia
And New
I must choose between death and glory
New labour and Tory
Purgatory and happy families
It's one and the same, oh it's not the same
Oh they have
don't mind
Oh what's the use between death and glory?
I can't tell between death and glory
New labour and Tory
Purgatory and no happy families
all the trolls
Hey Galick-Z where are you going?
Planting new seeds I'm planning on growing
Fruits of new labour on fields I be mowing
Grass ain’t just
don't mind
Oh what's the use between death and glory?
I can't tell between death and glory
New labour and Tory
Purgatory and no happy families
Expands my Life
In Mental Fight
We seize the Light
It's just the labour pains
New lifeforms in our brains
That's why we seem insane...
We're all erotic
rückmarsch
Es git ke New Labour, lug ma d’SPD in Dütschland
Eusi SP fasch es bollwerch im vergliich
Aber gliich s’isch di riich wiiss bürgerlichi Schwiiz ah
De
the right thing for you to do
Vote Labour this Christmas
It's the only way we'll see the New Year through
Vote Labour This Christmas
We know we can be happy,
or even to fall in love or get married.
[Verse 2]:
It's one point six million people locked in jail
They do new slave labour force trapped in hell
They
when they come up
They side step the Vultures
I do it for my four kiddies,
So they can live better, eat better get a new sweater
Labour Nights, red eye
when they come up
They side step the Vultures
I do it for my four kiddies
So they can live better, eat better get a new sweater
Labour Nights, red eye
Mother england dressed in her dress
Tell your kids
What a bloody mess
Come politicians
Buttons on their breast
New at ten
Go with labour
your name to New
Forget the fucking Labour
your name to New
Forget the fucking Labour
creation
You are making all things new
God of labour and vocation
Lord of science, trade and art
Take our efforts and our passions
Make them mirrors of your
a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but I hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere
Change your name to New
Forget
I weren't that major
Cutting it up with a razor
Like Jeremy ain't new to the labour
Please just do me a favour
Don't ask me for a favour
Two fingers
never tied
I'm above a shoe in it
I share my views
Still I'm just a pupil
The news obtuse
But the labour fruitful
Delay the parade
They mask up
They
Pointless all the worthless time we lose
We said and made our peace
Don't labour on old news
It's not right to walk away
Easy though you find
You think I'd
The concept of 'labour' is a new thing for man
How did it all begin?
How did we die so fast?
8 hours a day
Hasn't always been like this
We
manipulate the environment to suit our will. As These new technologies moved into each industry, labour became entertainment; and Engineering, art
Open
Come to me all weary
Come to who thirst
Come to me come to me come receive new birth
Come to me who labour
Come and get your rest
Come to me come
left here
Nothing left at all
You got what you wanted
This world is now yours
Say goodbye to your free labour
And find a new workforce
Because there's
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