What Are You Fighting For Lyrics

Do you see that man with his banners held high He wants a revolution but he's not sure why He's got to seize control and smash the state But Mummy's doing dinner so he can't be in too late Painfully trendy, but he's in with the crowd The caviar gang, right on, so proud Anarchy, salmon and fine French wine And a brand new Rolex to tell him the time What are you fighting for What are you fighting for Are you really sure What you're fighting for What are you fighting for What are you fighting for Are you really sure What you're fighting for Off to the races, top hat and tails It's a long way to Ascot, but the Porsche never fails Swapping ok yah's with the crème de la crème When he's back with the gang he won't mention them So it's back to the city and back to the smoke Your working class fantasy is nothing but a joke Take your fancy cars and your three-piece suit And disappear back to your upper class roots