Mr. heseltine you drove into our town The northern rain always drizzling down Shoppers at the window stopped to look As you signed another copy of your book 'cause you have all the power And you have all the wealth And we've got nothing but ourselves We've got nothing but ourselves We've got nothing but ourselves So we'll do away with leaders, bosses and police Reclaim our actions, rediscover our voices Salvage our integrity, rea**ert our dignity Power in the heart of the community Mr. heseltine listen to me We don't want power And we don't want money We're fighting for the right to decide How the power and the wealth Be equally divided Old people in seacroft need money for bills Single mums with kids want decent meals And we all want new coats When all's said and done They're all worn out From being walked upon There comes a time when we organize When we take control of our daily lives When we don't obey orders from authority When we disbelieve the myths of democracy Democracy street, britain's longest running soap, with the added illusion of audience participation. our act tonight, on the left, capitalism that's right, on the right, capitalism is it, in the middle, probably the best capitalism in the world. remember it's your choice, your five seconds worth of action that counts. i mean that most sincerely voters. sit tight, keep quiet, 'till the next time. the next time being one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days away. well if freedom is the choice between greed and practically the same impression (?), then i'll take the one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days. never mind the ballots, here's the rest of your life. Mr. heseltine drove away Two more appointments in the north today Helpless and powerless We join the queue for the metro bus And mr. heseltine i've made up my mind I'll never give support to you and your kind (repeat)