Hell, you can say what you like
'Cos I don't care if you die for the left
Or kill for the right
'Cos either direction
Is still wrong way
'Cos they don't know
And I don't know
And you don't know so you can
Take me away on polling day

If we could get this load off our backs
All these foreign ideas are just a
Waste of time
In this land of mine
They blind our vision
And block our way
Just let us find ourselves
In our way
Then maybe we might
Just not be needing polling day

If I could get a hold of this tune
Find the lines
That are right for midnight
And right for noon
I'd sing it to my fellows
I'd play it every day
Then maybe I
Could tell you why
We're all going to die if we
Don't get away from polling day