words and music by Paul Spencer, 2004

C - - - / Dm - - - /
Em - - - / Em - - - / F - - - / G - - - /
C - - - / F - - - / G - - - /
C - - - / C - Em - / Em - - - /
Dm - - - / Dm - - - /
F - - - / F - - - /
C - - - / C - - - / Dm - - - / Dm - - - /
G - - - / G - - - / C - - - / Em - - - / Am - - - / Am - - - /

You can see them sometimes staring,
Looking to the future with a far-away gaze,
CHORUS: Dreamers, so out of touch
Or eyes ablaze, inciting you to war,
CHORUS: Could be dangerous,
Or sometimes just proclaiming things,
Bad ideas you've heard and laughed at twenty times before,
CHORUS: Such ideals, poor, sad fools.

They think that rank and power,
Are somehow earned by excellence and should be obeyed,
That once they're made, the rules a re good and true,
And if we all obey the law,
Everything we do will be the proper thing to do,

They're careful to be normal,
They think they'll find the shining path to happiness there,
They never dare, to stand outside the crowd,
They think that with democracy,
There's no need to stand up and express ourselves aloud.

They believe we should surrender,
To people who are legally obliged to be cruel,
They have a rule, don't get me involved,
Just leave it to the powerful,
Eventually they'll fix things and our problems will be solved.

They think we've made things equal,
We've cured all the bigots with a change in the law,
So ever more, there's no cause to complain,
If no-one ever mentions it,
Sexist racist homophobes won't bother us again.

You can hear them sometimes talking,
Standing up for fascists with a satisfied grin,
They want him in, to help them feel calm,
They think that he'll look after them,
Tuck them in at curfew time and rescue them from harm