Move to the ground in the centre, you said
Nobody likes a dissenter, you said
Victory hinges
On leaving the fringes
Let us move to the centre, you said
Come down from the high ground, you claimed that we must
Move from town to the plains, this is shit or it’s bust
You would find the location
With triangulation
Just there, where the ground’s laid with dust
Make base in the middle of nowhere, you said!
The oasis, the place where the votes are, you said!
But it’s plain and it’s clear
That nobody’s here
So we’re heading back westwards instead.
