A Land Fit for Zeros

Hold hands with the person to your right

Hold hands and try to look sincere-o

Tell them, though you don't know their name

That you still can feel their pain

Yeah, you still can feel their pain

We'll sing Jerusalem, now boys

As we build a land fit for zeros

It's all that I can do to stop

Fake tears from welling up

Fake tears from welling up

If you thought this was your country

You can just forget it, you're too old

You're too poor, you're too posh

You'll never get in here wearing that my dear

Don't smoke, don't smack, don't eat red meat

This is a tolerant land fit for zeros

And if you're lost just hear my call

Mediocrity is all, mediocrity is all

If you thought this was your country

You can just forget it, you're too old

You're too poor, you're too posh

You'll never get in here wearing that my dear

The past is all forgotten now

This is a young, modern land fit for zeros

And if we fight, it's only when we're guaranteed to win

And should you, just stray, just hear my call

Mediocrity is all, mediocrity is all