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Fight It Out
03:58
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Fight it Out
Did you say yes when I said no?
Did you say stay when I said go?
Did you tick the box that I left blank?
Did you just bite their hands of when I said thanks?
Fight it out, fight it out, let’s fight it out
Fight it out, fight it out, let’s fight it out
I say cheese you wear a frown
You turn my smile upside down
I see art you see a stain
I want to leave if you remain
Everything’s an outrage and I’m way past being reasonable
My posts are so patriotic your trolling is so treasonable
Fight it out, fight it out, let’s fight it out
Fight it out, fight it out, let’s fight it out
You say open borders I say keep them shut
You hug the huddled masses I tell them to get to fuck
I throw the key away you say second chance
I say face the music but you don’t want to dance
You opened up my eyes now I can’t stand the sight of you
Why pretend that we’re so colour blind when you’re so red and I’m so blue?
Fight it out, fight it out, let’s fight it out
Fight it out, fight it out, let’s fight it out
You tell me to say I’m sorry, I say do your worst
So which of us is blinking first?
I say pull the trigger let’s seal our fate
You say not so fast but it’s too late
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The Man who would be King
Once upon a better time as all good stories go
I sucked upon Britannia’s teats in a city paved with gold
I sniffed cocaine from a silver spoon, burnt money in front of the poor
Tumbled debs in four poster beds and bullied fags at school
No stop and search for the Bullingdon boys on the ladder to the top
It’s a long way down but my hand’s on the crown, I’m the man who would be King
I lie back and think of England while I fuck this pig in the head
Take a knee and open wide for the man who would be King
In the Dragon and George they laugh along with my harmless nigger jokes
I’m a fascist fighter for freedom of speech, hero of the common folk
Down the lagers and raise the flag, I’m a street fighting firebrand
Roll up your brown sleeves and spit shine your boots I’m a hero of the common man
Come and join my barmy army and take your country back
From the queers and kykes and refugees for the man who would be King
I’ll lead you to the promised-land then promise you the moon
So tug your forelock and bow your head to the man who would be King
Hand in hand through this green and pleasant land this country ain’t got no class
We’ll treat you all as equals as long as you’re kissing our arse
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HYS (The New Normal)
03:27
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HYS (The New Normal) lyrics compiled from UK Political Have Your Say forums.
You’re a pillock, it’s a hate crime
It’s a pint of warm urine
Neanderthaler do you need to have it all explained?
Cult of the Swedish Go Child you’re increasingly deranged
Anti-semite, smug remainer
Twisted logic, rebel traitor
You have the popularity of an STI
Blame Russian interference, it’s all fake news and lies
Social justice warriors you just can’t accept the facts
Why don’t you leave our country and never come back
Absolute poison, hate filled rabble
Right wing posture, spouting drivel
He’s a useful idiot of the PC liberal left
He deserved that public beating you know he brought it on himself
He’s so tedious what a gormless little nerk
You’re all just hypocrites your politics will eat itself
Fucking liar, you’re a bigot
You’re so stupid, just accept it
Ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho
The new normal
It’s a shitshow
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Spitting Feathers
03:38
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Spitting Feathers
I’m smart and chic and moderate I dress like Jackie Onassis
I watch patronising vox pops of the unwashed masses
I consume the opinions of the chattering classes
I’ve been checking out the labels in the High Street stores
To help me build the wishlist on my touchscreen phone
I encourage aspiration, you know you are what you own
We are the middle classes and we hold it together
I’m throw my rattle out the pram yes I’m spitting feathers
I’m tolerant of gender, religion and race
I ride the social media bandwagon for every PC outrage
I’m signaling my virtue on my facebook page
The truth lies in the centre says the face on my screen
And I know that it’s true because they all look just like me
Chavs and proles and foreigners are all so extreme
We are the middle classes and we hold it together
I’m throwing dolly out the pram, yes I’m spitting feathers
Someone used to stack the shelves, someone used to fill the racks
Someone used to fold the dresses, every time I took them back
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Frontstab
03:00
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Frontstab
Frontstab you’re going to know who to blame
I look you in the eye when I’m taking aim
Frontstab I always mean what I say
I’ll look you in the eye before I blow you away
Used to talk behind your back, used to dig the dirt
Use to give your wife the eye and flirt
Felt guilty once upon a time when screwing you was wrong
Now I just tell you to your face and put it in a song
Frontstab, it’s the modern way
Don’t you turn around I want to spit in your face
Frontstab, you know I’m fucking your wife
I want to know you feel it when I’m twisting the knife
From the corridors of power from the Kremlin to Beijing
There’s no more need for dirty tricks and scheming
Fresh blood dripping from my blade onto the Whitehouse lawn
I look into the mirror just to check which side I’m on
It used to be taboo to be so two faced
We used to hide the truth behind a mask
Now we spread the hate across the air waves
It’s hip to be a true sociopath
Frontstab, start digging your grave
Up close and personal I’m slashing your veins
Frontstab, feel your blood running colder
No more need to worry looking over your shoulder
No double timing treachery, it’s a judas kiss with tongues
No underhanded kidney punch I’m puncturing your lungs
No dirty double dealing from the bottom of the deck
I’m going to slice this pretty razor right across your neck
Frontstab you’re going to know who to blame
I look you in the eye when I’m taking aim
Frontstab I always mean what I say
I’ll look you in the eye before I blow you away
Frontstab, it’s the modern way
Don’t you turn around I want to spit in your face
Frontstab, you know I’m fucking your wife
I want to know you feel it when I’m twisting the knife
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The Bridge
08:35
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The Bridge
I take my final breath and swallow it
Nobody deserves to die like this
I watch my killer clean the streets
With fire in his eyes and god on his side
Why must I dance with you when I could be anywhere else?
Your soul is a silver knife
A crescent of blood spilling over the bridge
Heart pounding, pupils dilate, the bestial reflex response
We are meat so you butcher away
I reach the world’s edge,
I leap and I’m gone
What would I not sacrifice to be able to fly
To become rat or fish or bird
Or to just disappear in the blink of an eye
Allah akbar, god is my light
His love guides the hilt of my knife
His prophets beckon me to paradise
The Westminster call to prayer
Sirens summon angels from the afternoon air
Parliament’s towers spin as I fall through the air
As I fall through the air
The bone crushing kiss of stone
Old Father Thames to carry our blood
Nightmares of old London town
Flow thicker than water under the bridge
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Democracy
02:28
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Democracy
Democracy it’s just me and you
Choosing our favourites from the petting zoo
Glorious leaders at our beck and call
Democracy, no it’s not my fault
Democracy, democracy
Life’s too short to check out policies
Pick your favourite soundbite personality
Another slick TV celebrity
It’s not my responsibility
Democracy, democracy
Protesters march and scream and shout
They want them in then they want them out
Politician’s to blame not me and you
For doing what we told them to
Democracy, democracy
Democracy we demand that you act
On a flood of hatred and a trickle of facts
Democracy, it’s just you and me
Stirring up the bullshit in the land of the free
Democracy, democracy
Democracy, yes it’s the will of the people
We’re a shower of cunts and we’re voting for evil
Democracy, a little cross in a box
A hundred thousand chickens want to vote for the fox
Democracy!
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King of Lies
03:32
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King of Lies
Little big man what’s your tale
Did your party and your unions fail you?
So puffed up and prideful in your pomp
The circuits blow the machine stops
Once a Prince now who sings your praises?
Flying so high then strung up by your laces
God of the cattle that you herd along
You ride the swell, you reap the storm
And, oh Lord, my time has come; Mercy, Mercy I will rise
Oh I will kiss the sun; Glory, Glory King of Lies
Mistress Ambition chains my soul
Crack the whip and take control
Lackey’s lick my ego keen to satisfy
I am my own religion, worship I
I monarch in a tower of glass
The limos and the clouds slide past
I bleed the poor and drink their blood
I crack the dam, I bring the flood
And, oh Lord, my time has come; Mercy, Mercy I will rise
Oh I will kiss the sun; Glory, Glory King of Lies
Little big man what’s your tale
Did your party and your unions fail you?
Puffed up and prideful in your pomp
The circuits blow the machine stops
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Little Red Card
03:30
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Little Red Card
The answer my friend isn’t blowing in the wind
That’s just another lazy lie, just another lazy lie
Do they know it’s Christmas time and crocodile tears
Got to pull the finger out, we’ve got to pull the finger out
Anti-social media and swallowing lies
You just click and follow them, you just click and follow them
They build your online profile and then swallow your soul
Got to pull the finger out, you’ve got to pull the finger out
I’m just another smart arse trying to turn back the tide
Another left wing loser pissing into the gale
I know you’ve heard it all before sometimes I sicken myself
So I’ve got to pull the finger out, Got to pull the finger out
So I’m going to joint party with my little red card
Going to rattle at your letter box and take to the street
Because nothing’s going to change if I don’t get off my arse
When the tide of plastic bullshit washes up at your door
When you can’t afford the treatment and that lump starts to grow
Will you look into the mirror when you’re placing the blame
And ask did you pull the finger out? Did you pull the finger out?
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Season Finale
03:17
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Season Finale
I’m a box set baby this is episode one
Everything about me is about having fun
The centre of the universe is in my TV
I’m recommended viewing yes it’s all about me
My parent was a colourful rectangle of light
It taught me how to live and told me stories at night
Fits into my pocket, always there by my side
It sure knows what’s best for me it knows what I like
I can’t wait for the ending there’ll be locusts and floods
Amazonian fires and rivers of blood
Evil armies gather and the do-gooders rally
But baby it’s a box set and this is the season finale
I ain’t got time to waste chasing love on my own
No lovers going to know me half as well as my phone
Algorithms know my type and pick who I want
But they’ll never find a partner who’s as hot as my porn
I’m tuning out the buzzkills, it’s a spoiler alert
No I’m never going to listen to another expert
It’s a box set baby and I’m topping the ratings
A hundred species went extinct while I was masturbating
I can’t wait for the ending when we sink into the oceans
There’ll be epic wars and battle scenes and lots of explosions
Evil armies gather and the do-gooders rally
But baby it’s a box set and this is the season finale…
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Ship of Fools
02:47
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Ship of Fools
A storm is coming, raise the sails
We’ve been hooked by the tallest tales
All aboard, all aboard
Salute the Captain of your choice
The biggest bully with the loudest voice
All aboard the Ship of Fools
Burn the lifeboats, torch the mast
Re-enact the battles of the past
All aboard, all aboard
Spin the wheel on a collision course
Throw the navigators overboard
All aboard the Ship of Fools
I know this song changes nothing and we’re on the way down
But I’ve got to sing something as I drown
Let the stowaways and sailors starve
Make them walk the plank and feed the sharks
All aboard, all aboard
A storm is coming, raise the sails
We’ve been hooked by the tallest tales
All aboard the Ship of Fools
All aboard the Ship of Fools
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Richard Gorman Dundee, UK
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