All The King's Men Lyrics - Chumbawamba

And so in the tradition of Manfred the Great 

The people built the glorious vision in his name 

Great Britain they called it, a land for heroes 

A land where no one was starving, a paradise, a garden of Eden 

The garden of Eden, levelled to the ground 

And concreted over, re-built from scratch 

With I.C.I. man-made fibres, they made their paradise out of plastic 

But our world is cracked and it's showing through 

The plastic backed cello-taped superglue 

The paper money and the patched up lies 

The cover-up jobs, the fact they try to hide 

That all the king's horses and all the king's men 

Will never stick our world together again 

With their plastic, sticky-backed, red-taped lies, 

And all the paper money they exchange for our lives 

Think about it, our world, all the ecological catastrophes 

They're happening all at once, at the same time now 

Mankind to the rescue, I ask you why? 

To him tomorrow is just another fucking day fucking up the earth 

Filling his fat silver-lined pockets full 

So please listen, dear peoplekind 

See the reason that minkind won't save the earth 

Cos there's no money in it for him, it's not worth his while 

It's up to us 

It's up to us 

It's up to us, each and every one of us