The Candidates Find Common Ground Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Full employment, slave labor and schemes 

An unemployed workforce, the capitalist's dream 

But let's keep Britain working 

Either way we must keep Britain working 

Conventional weapons to kill people nicely 

Nuclear weapons to keep the peace 

But weapons definitely 

Either way we must defend ourselves 

Nationalization, with one big boss 

No, privatization, with lots of little bosses 

But someone in control, of course 

Either way there must be someone giving orders 

A toast to democracy 

The prison guard of this society 

Sides in the voting game 

Disappear into the same machine 

The same machine 

A toast 

To US bases and nuclear weapons 

To stopping pickets pulling down fences 

To the British troops in Northern Ireland 

To the wonderful victory in the Falklands 

To the plastic bullet and the riot police 

To the UDM, to the TUC 

To isolating gays and to law and to order 

To richer bosses, to poorer workers 

A toast to democracy 

The prison guard of this society 

Sides in the voting game 

Disappear into the same machine 

The same machine 

A toast 

To longer hours and to less pay 

To the courts for those who get in our way 

To the beating of people who step out of line 

To the use of troops to break a strike 

To the expulsion of extremists 

And political witch hunts 

To repatriation, to benefit cuts 

To peaceful settlements and to no strike agreements 

To authority, to power, to governments 

One, two, three 

To the annual rise in the MP's wage 

To vested interests, to privilege 

To the party who wins the next election 

By definition a victory to capitalism