Meet Tony, 50-odd years old
fed up with life and the way war is going,
he decides to suck up to Bush more,
but at his conf'rence, he has a sudden change of heart
and suddenly, his conscience comes into play

+ alright stop, now before you say you want war, but don't know what for,
and looking for dodgy moral support,
you better think of the consequences
- who are you?
+ the old labour party conscience
- that's nonsense,
go in and act like you're listenin' and know what people want is
the country in less mess and maybe a few quid
the left is not a place to stay, "you're finished" they say
try to shake the left, but they're paying your wage
+ yeah, but if it all gets screwed like Tories want to,
the whole tabloid scene hates you and they'll depose you
think about it before Brighton will get much worse
giving the rich perks, P. Mandelson returns
- f*ck that, not that sh!t, third time this
can we afford to lose that sh!t? that desperate?
why'd we employ him we despise? should we persist?
do you really think the press won't look at that loan biz?
+ man, don't do it, its not worth the press risk (your right)
not over that sh!t (stop), drop the spin bit (i will)
you know that Bush guy is dim, yo he's bad for you
- missed what you say, I'll keep mouthing platitudes

Meet John, 60-odd years old
he's becoming the laughing stock of his party,
he starts getting hot and sweaty when the unions come too,
once again, his conscience it hides away

- now listen to me, while you're kissin their cheeks
of all those old lefties, don't forget our thing
now all you gotta do is ignore them or they will spoil Tony's show
- yo, new Labour's only 10 years old
you shouldnt ignore your supporter's, when they're there
- yo, suck up to Bush, like that guy Blair (uh huh)
talkin' shit right here think that we care
Leader's sat there now and screwing those who put him there
- man, don't you remember what principle is?
- no, but it seem's new labour's where the money is
- shit, you wanna get screwed when you fail?
- man stuff that, let the left wing moan and wail

Meet Gordon, a 50-somtheing new Labour Exchequer
after winning votes from that Tory jerk,
he walks in the door of his leaders main home
to find the right in bed with the president (what the f*ck?!)

+ alright back down, relax, he's leavin'
- here's the bit, to the right he's still leanin'
while you're at work he's with George Bush tryin to get off
that Iraq war joke, how much cash written off?
+ wait, if weapons of mass destruction do exist?
- what? you think?, well, Tony's still a dick
+ sh!t, alright maybe
like that Thatcher lady
not socialism's baby, that war was still quite crazy
- okay, thought about him, 'fore he backstabs yer
grab him by the votes, that he bought yer and take over
that's what you wish, be smart, we're re-elected
you gonna take advice from Alastair Campbell's press arm?
+ what you say?
- what's wrong, that deal, don't you remember?
+ i'ma spin too if you wanna
- ah ah, temper, temper
Mr. CofE, Mr. CBA, Mr. AK Budget's your only concern, y'all clappin' today
who's gonna look at watcha tell people where the money went?
+ cuz we don't need to follow Tories once again
Been There, Done That
aw f*ck it, what am i sayin? please don't vote Labour, why'd you do that?