It's a life-time from the leather stalls

The Berbers and bazaars

Down through every measured movement

In the making of the cars.

And it doesn't pay much

And it doesn't leave scars - on the outside,

All this way – Toulouse

Another day – Toulouse

You've come too far – TouIouse.



And they give you the impression

It's all Monet and Braque

But the oil they squeeze on their palettes

They never use on this track,

And every extra filter

Is a fissure, is a crack – on the inside.



And he walks in right behind you

As you both go punching in

And you both pick up your rivets

From an aluminium bin.

And he thinks what makes him different

Is the colour of his skin – it's on the outside.



You've had their OAS

You've had their CGT

And no-one will be working here

When they bring in CNC