Title: A Land Fit For Zeros
Artist: Proclaimers
Composer(s): Charlie Reid, Craig Reid
Lyric:
Hold hands with the person to your right
Hold hands and try to look sincere-o
Tell them, though you don't know their name
That you still can feel their pain
Yeah, you still can feel their pain
We'll sing Jerusalem, now boys
As we build a land fit for zeros
It's all that I can do to stop
Fake tears from welling up
Fake tears from welling up
If you thought this was your country
You can just forget it, you're too old
You're too poor, you're too posh
You'll never get in here wearing that my dear
Don't smoke, don't smack, don't eat red meat
This is a tolerant land fit for zeros
And if you're lost just hear my call
Mediocrity is all, mediocrity is all
If you thought this was your country
You can just forget it, you're too old
You're too poor, you're too posh
You'll never get in here wearing that my dear
The past is all forgotten now
This is a young, modern land fit for zeros
And if we fight, it's only when we're guaranteed to win
And should you, just stray, just hear my call
Mediocrity is all, mediocrity is all
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