The rebels flag was the deepest blue, It waved above their infant coup, Aligned themselves with the rich mans frown, Their minds fixed to bring the movement down.
They raised the legal standards high, Lord Beatson ruled, our martyrs die, Though Watson flinch and McNicol sneer, Don't want ya blue flag flying here.
When all ahead seemed dark as night, The plotters gave it all their might, But after this evil deed and vow, We see them change their colours now.
They'll raise the corporate standard high, Beneath the CBI they'll live and die, Though Benn Flinch and Eagle sneer, Don't want ya blue flag flying here.
Their hearts cold and banners done, In Blair's vaults its hymns were sung, We watch it fall and love its blaze, Our martyred dead we'll live to praise.
Their personal wealth and standards high, Beneath blue folds they'll live and die, Though Owen flinch and Tony sneer, Don't want ya blue flag flying here.
Manufactured coup was weak at base, We hauled it down, we wont replace, It gives the hope of peace at last, We cringe beneath the Blairite path.
The puppet masters reach from high, Beneath their strings they'll live and die, Though Khan flinch and Nandy sneer, We see each line from over here.