When one voice rules the nation,
Just because she's top of the pile,
Doesn't mean her vision is the clearest.
And the voices of the people,
Are falling on deaf ears,
Our politicians all become careerists.
They must declare their interests,
But not their company cars.
Is there more to a seat in parliament,
Than sitting on your arse?
And the best of all this bad bunch,
Is shouting to be heard,
Above the sound of ideology crashing.
Whisper up in Whitehall,
Must not be spoke aloud,
The offender faces jail or resignation.
And another dose of welfare cuts
Is passed without a word,
From those who claim to represent
The centre of this nation.
All these men and women,
Elected for their high ideals.
While we just pay our taxes,
They pay lip service when it feels.
And the voices of the millions,
And the hopes of a whole lot more,
Are lost above the sound
Of ideology crashing.
Are lost above the sound of ideology,
Above the sound of ideology,
Above the sound of ideology crashing.