Walking Into Battle (Live)

Missionaries up from the South
 Have come to put words in our ignorant mouths
 Big company muscles flex
 And we're all pulled along by the seat of our kecks
 Popstars to lead us to the promised land
 Same rich bastards in command
 All responsibility out of our hands
 Just vote for their party and cheer for their band
 Red banners, angry manners
 keep chocking in them bobs and tanners
 Same old dances and five year plans
 Will never bridge the gap between stars and fans
 What's unsaid is left unsaid
 as the bosses lure the popstars into their beds
 Allowed to indulge in their political bread
 There's too many people who agree to be led
 The pied piper came today
 Autograph, photograph to lead us away
 Out of the town behind the piper
 Over the cliff and into the river