The Old School Tie Lyrics

Oh the bright young men in their tight-buttoned suits: the light beams out from capped smiles to the shines on their lick-spittle books. Oh these sharp young sparks with their fresh rosettes - yeh, the artful way that they promise the earth to all suffragettes. What they won't promise we don't know yet. They say they're build - and shaping society but we know they're just saving for their own safe home in politics. Anything goes: look at them run.

Come from every side, noses Pinocchio clean; lock in synchromesh, oil the wheels and the gears of the party machine and the final goal is a cabinet seat... in the trappings of power, the presumption to speak for the man in the street. Once they move in, they're in for good; yeh, once they get that bed made it's a safe home in politics. Jobs for the boys: look at them run.
There's just one thing none of us should forget: a political man is just in it for the power and the smell of sucess. Sure, some start out as idealists - pretty soon they all cop for ideal careers and a safe home in politics, a cushy job in politics; look at them run.

The politicians fight it out on the conning tower but they all agree not to rock the boat.. A safe home in politics It's built on your vote.

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