Hold hands with the person to your right Hold hands and try to look sincere-o Tell them, though you don't know their name That you still can feel their pain Yeah you still can feel their pain We'll sing "Jerusalem" now boys As we build a land fit for zeros It's all that I can do to stop Fake tears from welling up Fake tears from welling up
If you thought this was your country You can just forget it You're too old, you're too poor You're too posh You'll never get in here wearing that my dear
Don't smoke, don't smack Don't eat red meat This is a tolerant land fit for zeros And if you're lost just hear my call "Mediocrity is all. Mediocrity is all"
If you thought this was your country You can just forget it You're too old, you're too poor You're too posh You'll never get in here wearing that my dear
The past is all forgotten now This is a young, modern land Fit for zeros And if we fight, it's only when We're guaranteed to win And should you, just stray Just hear my call "Mediocrity is all. Mediocrity is all"
Compositores: Charles Stobo Reid (Charlie Reid), Craig Morris Reid (Craig Reid) ECAD: Obra #16851045