When one [bad word] the nation
Just because they're top of the pile
Doesn't mean their vision is the clearest
The voices of the people
Are fallin' on deaf ears
Our politicians all [bad word] careerists

They must declare their interests
But not [bad word] cars
Is there more to a seat in parliament
Than sitting on your [bad word] And the best of all this bad bunch
Is shouting to be heard
Above the sound of ideologies clashing

Outside the patient millions
Who put them into power
Expect a little more back for their taxes
Like school books, beds in hospitals
And peace in our bloody time
All they get is old men grinding axes

Who've built their private fortunes
On the things they can rely
The courts, the secret handshake
The Stock Exchange and the old school tie
For God and Queen, and Country
All things they justify
Above the sound of ideologies clashing

God bless the civil service
The nations saving grace
While we expect democracy
They're laughin' in our face
And although our cries get louder
The laughter gets louder still
Above the sound of ideologies clashing

Above the sound of ideologies
Above the sound of ideologies
Above the sound of ideologies clashing