Who'd like to change the world?
Who wants to shoot the curl?
Who gets to work for bread?
Who wants to get ahead?
Who hands out equal rights?
Who starts and ends that fight?
And not rant and rave?
Or end up a slave?
Who can make hard won gains?
Fall like the summer rain?
Now every man must be..
What his life can be..
So don't call me, the tune;
I will walk away.
Who wants to please everyone?
Who says it all can be done?
Still sit up on that fence?
No-one I've heard of yet!
Don't call me baby.
Don't talk in maybes.
Don't talk like has-beens.
Sing it like it should be.
Who laughs at their nagging doubts?
Lying on a neon shroud, running around..
Yeah.. Just got to touch someone.
Hey, I want to believe.
So don't call me, the tune;
I will walk away.
Don't call me, the tune;
I will walk away.
Don't call me, the tune;
I will walk away.
One...
Country one,
Country one,
Country one,
Country one...
Who wants to sit around?
Turn it up; turn it down.
Only a man can be,
What his life can be!
One vision.
One people.
One landmass.
We are defenceless!
We have a lifeline!
One ocean.
One policy.
The seabed lies.
One passion,
One movement,
One instant,
One difference,
One lifetime,
And one understanding!
One country!
One understanding!
Transgression.
Redemption.
One island root;
Our placement.
One firmament,
One element,
One moment,
One fusion,
Yes, and one time.