Chumbawamba - A Fine Career lyrics

The councilor comes with his battered old suit And his head all filled with plans Says "It's not for myself, for the fame or wealth But to help my fellow man." Fist in the air and the first to stand When the Internationale plays Says "We'll break down the walls of the old Town Hall And we'll fight all the lifelong day!" Ten years later where is he now? He's ditched all the old ideas Milked all the life from the old cash cow Now he's got a fine career Now he's got a fine career.