We all watched you on our TV
Right honourable gentleman, apparently
Different voices with only one aim
To win my vote, and to win the game
Now some have died to pave the way
So we can vote come polling day
X marks the spot that gives us our voice
But how do we vote when there isn't a choice
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If you thought that we would do nothing
You've misunderstood!
For we are the Sons and Daughters
Of Robin Hood!
See I remember exclusion zones
At Solstice time around the Stones
And the poll tax riots of Trafalgar Square
The rich they got richer, the poor were stripped bare
Building new roads with no thought for the land
And the blood of the Beanfield is still on your hands
Now drilling of Shetland will do you just fine
And you wanted to sell of our forests
Like you closed down mines
There's nothing to see, there's nothing to see, there's nothing to see here
There's nothing to see, won't you just look away, there's nothing to see here
England's green and pleasant land
Is not there to put cash in your hands
I see you symbol is the English Oak Tree
Is that your idea of irony?
Now millions of eyes have turned upon you
And each one is watching what you will do
And all are ready to spoil your game
For the blood of an outlaw it flows in our veins!