pennies will keep dropping as the weeks go by
An idiot wind blowing obvious lies
It’ll all blow over soon.
So tell me what’s next
Is it time to burn books yet?
The most insincere down on Downing Street
Well dressed frauds and cancerous meat
The failures are legion
They don’t understand
We go as far as we can
Show me your hands
Don’t make a fuss
A knee on the neck
Can’t take out all of us
Don’t cry for your mum
You can’t resist us
Scream thy last scream
Thrown under an unmarked bus
We don’t have a hip image to sell
We’ve torched the hand basket
We’re already in hell
You’ve wasted lives
I won’t let you waste mine
Or give you one more dime
Busy giddy minds and foreign quarrels
Fucked up the arse fucked right over the barrel
This is not what we ordered
So it’s fascism then?
Can we send this lot back again?