Trans-Global Express

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

Goverments 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 marvellous 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 responsibilty 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!