A Fine Career

The councilor comes with his battered old suit
And his head all filled with plans
Says ?€?It's not for myself, for the fame or wealth
But to help my fellow man.?€?
Fist in the air and the first to stand
When the Internationale plays
Says ?€?We'll break down the walls of the old Town Hall
And we'll fight all the lifelong day!?€?
Ten years later where is he now?
He's ditched all the old ideas
Milked all the life from the old cash cow
Now he's got a fine career
Now he's got a fine career.

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