The Old School Tie Lyrics

Oh the bright young man in the tight-buttoned suit
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 ways 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 cusky job in politics;
	look at them run.

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