The Berbers and bazaars
  Down through every measured movement
  In the making of the cars.
  And it doesn't pay much
  And it doesn't leave scars - on the outside,
  All this way ? Toulouse
  Another day ? Toulouse
  You've come too far ? TouIouse.

  And they give you the impression
  It's all Monet and Braque
  But the oil they squeeze on their palettes
  They never use on this track,
  And every extra filter
  Is a fissure, is a crack ? on the inside.

  And he walks in right behind you
  As you both go punching in
  And you both pick up your rivets
  From an aluminium bin.
  And he thinks what makes him different
  Is the colour of his skin ? it's on the outside.

  You've had their OAS
  You've had their CGT
  And no-one will be working here
  When they bring in CNC