You dress in camouflage
 
 I hunt, you sabotage
 
 You squat in my garage, I don't mind 
 
  
  I live in Osterley
 
 You live in... a tree
 
 We live in harmony, of a kind 
  
 
 We're making one last stand in Metroland 
  
 
 You're somewhere left of Marx
 
 I fancy Alan Clark
 
 But when the diggers start, we both cry 
  
 
 So we won't be afraid
 
 During the midnight raid
 
 We'll man the barricades side by side, you and I