I'm fighting Victorians, Edwardians thinking they're Georgians.
Does Cameron think he's a battlestar?
He may shoot from the lips but does he take things too far?
and where are we in all this?

The kiss me quick, vote for me slick brigade come
on a hunting raid and
bang the **** out of my door.

Whatya knocking me up from my bed for?
Votes just confuse me and you lot just
use me.

I'm still fighting, streetwise, keeping tight in
the clinch
at a pinch I could compromise, might let
them see the light that shines but
when I open my eyes
I think
Nah,
I'll not bother.