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