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