Ordinary people don't get time to think not that it's their fault   'Cos you have to hustle and bustle about your work   Just to make sure the food gets bought   Governments threaten you with recession   Then they threaten you with war      How the other side wants to take away   All the things you ain't got no more   Keep us divided with their greed and hate   Keep you struggling to put the food on your plate      Imagine if tomorrow the workers went on strike   Not just British Leyland but the whole world   Who would earn their profits?   Who would make their bombs?      You'd see the hands of oppression fumble   And their systems crash to the ground   And you men in uniform will have to learn the lesson too   Not to turn against your own kind whenever governments tell you to      Get the trans-global express moving   And see our marvelous leaders quiver   They know that if it happens their lazy days are over   The day the working people join together   We'll all rest much more easy      The responsibility you must bear   When it's your own future in your hands   Maybe a hard one to face up to   But at least you will own yourself