GUY FAWKES' TABLE by Attila The Stockbroker I'm sitting at Guy Fawkes' table The day Parliament voted for war Though the mass of the people oppose it And it flouts international law I'm sitting at Guy Fawkes' table While American thugs flaunt their power Egged on by a sad little muppet And his craven and cowardly shower. CHORUS Aneurin Bevan, your party is dead And the time for a new one is nigh Will the last person Left please turn out the lights? New Labour, just fuck off and die. They won't be caught up in the carnage They'll be pontificating right here Their kids won't be Iraqi conscripts Moved down while they're shitting with fear Saddam was the yanks' chosen ally On a whim, they now say he must fall So they'll carpet bomb defenceless ground troops But that's not 'mass destruction' at all... CHORUS I'm sitting at Guy Fawkes' table As Bush and his muppet connive And I'm filled with unspeakable anger And I'm thinking of 1605 One message, Dishonourable Members Who endorsed an illegal attack - No, I don't want to bomb you like Guy did But I'd love to send you to Iraq. CHORUS We need a new socialist party - But not the Judean People's Front Not another small sect, but a movement With the power to change and confront We need an electoral system Which gives every voter a voice 'Cos we're fed up with voting for traitors And we have the right to a choice! CHORUS
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