The darker the night, the brighter the star
Some say there is no hope, but we have come this far
This century has seen dark days, but there were always flames
The sparks that lit the fire, the will to make a change
We've got a world to win
What have we got to lose
The chains round our wrists
The noose round our necks
What is left to choose
All is within reach and as clear as day
Yet even the smallest move, seems a mile away
So we while away, go nowhere bit by bit
And it seems we can't get round, to getting around to it
We've got a world to win
What have we got to lose
The chains round our wrists
The noose round our necks
What is left to choose
So now, when the fight back's on, and the workers rise
You wallow in negativity, or you just close your eyes
I wonder what brings a good man down, turns him to bitter waste
Life lists on and I survive, man, you're dead and gone today
We've got a world to win
What have we got to lose
The chains round our wrists
The noose round our necks
What is left to choose