The light is flickering, wavering, and wandering
And I wonder, as I sit here pissed and wondering
What is the light? A dream, a flicker
A cream, that rises, or a reason to bicker?
Love is easy, an instinct to blossom
Hate is its lazy, a way to say toss 'em
So easy to see the way to the end
So hard to seek the way to amend
A maelstrom of colour
With men of no honour
The lies fall from their lips
As they scuttle their ships
All elevated, by we, by the power of vote
We stand proud and salute, and go down with our boat.
