All the same height and all the same weight All the same voice and much the same shape Pressed to a pattern and shoved into a line Bled by the rich and led by the blind Progress, progress, there's progress (x 2)
Such is the joining of people to state The state is the father, the mother and mate It knows how you think, it says what you need With total conviction it prints what you read Progress, progress, there's progress (x 2)
Mongrelise, centralise, kept to your place All the same colour and all the same race Freedom is freedom from dissident views Eyes full of terror and authorised news Progress, progress, there's progress (x 2)
It's best to be humble and do as you're told To speak as you're taught and die when you're old For such is the meaning of Marx and his words Wine for the reds and chains for the herd And death to the swine who are killed good and red And death to the swine who are killed good and red Progress, progress, there's progress (repeated to end of song) And you get a life and we go to hell And this is the way, welcome to hell (repeated to end as interwoven chant)