Safety in numbers together

Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever

See him, victim, shouting

Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field

Safety in numbers together

Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever

See him, victim, shouting

Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field

And we are foolishly drawn



We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush

The gods of not very much

We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush

The gods of not very much



A strange dude in brown shoes with holes through

Stands at speaker's corner with a memo tape recorder

Nightfall, the crowd come, his bible

Opened at a page that says he made us all the same

How funny, ironic, the crowd they

They agree to differ as they're wearing the same t-shirt

Fit in, convention, nothing

You're just talking rubbish and you know that you're not

Playing with us

'cos we're the gods of not very much


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