Fugitive Orchestra - First Past the Post

First Past the post, past the mark with the most gets the prize
There's a faint smell of fear, the disillusionment is clear
You can see it in their eyes
And you can't explain how your friendship
With that newspaper-billionaire might have muddied the waters
So take out your little red briefcase, who knows where this will end
But what's the point of this job, the point of this career
If you can't help out your friends

'Cause we're all in this together
Aboard this ship of fools
Should we stay or should we go?
How am I to know?
When we bend and break the rules

First past the post, past the mark with the most gets ahead
The opinion-polls are in, so you pour another gin and get ready for the dread
So smile to the camera, wave to the press
You're playing this game but it's not like all the rest
But when they try to press you to your promises, they'll find that ship has sailed
And all is fair in love and war, and on the campaign trail

'Cause we're all in this together
Whether you're blue or red
Should we stay or should we go?
Well how was I to know?
I just loaded the gun and fled

And nothing else matters with a pen in your hand
They're part of a system that you don't understand
Soon it will be clear, it's all part of the plan
Call it 'democracy', but it's more like sleight of hand

And nothing else matters with a pen in your hand
They're part of a system that you don't understand
Soon it will be clear, it's all part of the plan
Call it 'democracy', but it's more like sleight of hand
(We lost the war, but we'll win the battle)

And nothing else matters with a pen in your hand
They're part of a system that you don't understand
Soon it will be clear, it's all part of the plan
Call it 'democracy', but it's more like sleight of hand
(We lost the war, but we'll win the battle)

And nothing else matters with a pen in your hand
They're part of a system that you don't understand
Soon it will be clear, it's all part of the plan
Call it 'democracy', but it's more like sleight of hand

And nothing else matters with a pen in your hand
They're part of a system that you don't understand
Soon it will be clear, it's all part of the plan
Call it 'democracy', but it's more like sleight of hand

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Fugitive Orchestra

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