Candidate (The Factory, Manchester Live 11 April 1980)

Forced by the pressure

The territories marked

No longer the pleasure

Oh I've since lost the heart

Corrupted from memory

No longer the power

Its creeping up slowly

The last fatal hour

Oh I don't what made me

What gave me the right

To mess with your values

And change wrong to right

Please keep your distance

The trail leads to here

There's blood on your fingers

Brought on by fear

I campaigned for nothing

I worked hard for this

I tried to get to you

You treat me like this

Its just second nature

Its what we've been shown

Were living by your rules

That's all that we know

I tried to get to you

I tried to get to you

I tried to get to you

I tried to get to you