John The Revelator

John the Revelator saw the Son of Man
With seven stars and seven lampstands
Eyes of fire and hair of wool
Voice like a roaring waterfall
He said I was dead but now I’m alive
Do you want to walk with me in the light
If you have ears, then hear my cry
The Devil wears a long red tie

John the Revelator saw God on his throne
With a face that shone like a precious stone
Twenty-four elders in crowns of gold
Seven lit torches so the story’s told
Around the throne on each of its sides
A lion, a bull, an eagle in flight
Each creature covered in eyes
To better see the Devil in a long red tie

John the Revelator saw the lamb and the scroll
Saw the lamb die and saw him made whole
Saw the lamb break the seven seals
Saw the horses heard the trumpet peals
Hail and fire, a sea of blood
Poisoned water and the sun was struck
The seventh trumpet signalled time
For the Devil in the long red tie

John the Revelator saw the clouds blacken
Saw the sky filled with a great red dragon
Seven heads with a crown on each one
Chased the woman with the dress made from the sun
John the Revelator saw it happen
John the Revelator saw the Great Red Dragon
Ten horns and fourteen eyes
The dragon wore a long red tie

John saw a beast rise from the sea
And the beast’s name was Blasphemy
Ten horns on seven heads held high
Blasphemy wore a long red tie
John saw a beast rise from the earth
Made everybody praise the first beast’s worth
Made fire rain from the sky
The beast wore a long red tie

The beast of the earth risen from slumber
Made the people wear its mark or its number
Forbidding them to sell or buy
Unless they wore a long red tie

John saw a lake of sulphur and fire
In which to cast the Devil and Liar
Eternal torment dispensed from on high
For the Devil in the long red tie
For the Devil in the long red tie
For the Devil in the long red tie

Baking For Billionaires

The farmer grows the wheat
The farmer sows the seeds
The farmer tills and harvests
To meet the baker’s needs

The miller grinds the wheat
The straw and chaff she’ll scour
Separating germ and bran
To make the baker’s flour

Meanwhile you bake
The cake that they take
And crumbs are all they say
Your cake is worth

The bigger the cake
The more crumbs it makes
And that’s the way they say
That baking works

The farmer grows the beet
Made ready to eat
The baker needs the sugar
To keep the baking sweet

Of butter, milk, and eggs
It’s often left unsaid
That cruelty concedes
To what the baker needs

Meanwhile you bake
The cake that they take
And crumbs are all they say
Your cake is worth

The bigger the cake
The more crumbs it makes
And that’s the way they say
That baking works

The cake keeps getting bigger
While the same old crumbs fall down
The baker’s getting thinner
It’s the same all round the town

The cake keeps getting bigger
But the table’s getting higher
The baker’s getting thinner
And the bakery’s on fire

Meanwhile you bake
The cake that they take
And crumbs are all they say
Your cake is worth

The bigger the cake
The more crumbs it makes
And that’s the way they say
That baking works

Nigel The Talking Frog

Nigel the talking frog’s coin-operated
A cameo Nazi for just a few quid
Birthday greetings for the racist on a budget
Send your pal a Kick-‘Em-Out Farage vid

Nigel the talking frog’s coin-operated
A cameo Nazi bought and paid for
What he’d say for free, he says for a fee
The grift that the internet was made for

The Pumpkin Dance

Hold your fists eye high
Wave bye-bye
Bombers in the sky
Do the pumpkin guy

Sway your hips
In the pumpkin stance
Don’t give a shit
Do the pumpkin dance

Now who’s looking at the Epstein files?

Now who’s talking ‘bout Palestine?

Now who’s buying Vladimir’s oil?

Now whose regime needs to change?

Fe-fi-fo-Trump

Raises his fists up to his eyes
Waves them slowly side to side
Waves them like a fist goodbye
To children where his bombers fly

A pumpkin he, made rotting flesh
Dancing ‘til there’s nothing left
His awful orange swaying heft
Of simple principle bereft

An ogre’s dance in tracer light
An ogre’s sleight, an ogre’s spite
An ogre’s drooling appetite
The ogre set the world alight

Billionaires And Paedophiles

Just for a moment we were shocked
A light shone on the filthy rot
Those Epstein files had the lot
Then off we all jolly well popped

Billionaires and paedophiles
Mandy’s smirk and Andy’s smile
Donny there the whole while
Billionaires and paedophiles

Like the clock had stopped then boom
Warfare filled the room
He’d only gone and done it, damn
The pumpkin had bombed Iran

Billionaires and paedophiles
AI guided missiles
They had the lot, those Epstein files
Billionaires and paedophiles

Pumpkin Trump and his mate Benny
Watching war like it was telly
A girls’ school bombed, but what the hey
Democracy is on its way

Billionaires and paedophiles
Robot misguided missiles
They had the lot, those Epstein files
Billionaires and paedophiles

As shit as Chat GPT
Rubbish dressed as certainty
Facts are not the currency
Of the crypto-bro insurgency

Billionaires and paedophiles
Children pulverised and devils smile
They had the lot, those Epstein files
Billionaires and paedophiles

Cheap gas at the pump wins votes
Now the cost of living’s going up like smoke
Cos the what is it good for
Evading the law
Has gone to war
Siccing Maven and Claude
On kids, surprise
The chat bot decides who lives and dies
The ignoble prize
Distraction maybe
Willy waving
And hey there’s Tony
Who’d have thought it
If there’s a war he sought it
If there’s a crime he brought it
A dollar he caught it
And it’s
No signal just noise
From the crypto boys
The bros just chose
The general’s clothes
Why get exposed
When it’s a game
Where profits, rape and bombs
Are all the same

Billionaires and paedophiles
Billionaires and paedophiles
Billionaires and paedophiles
Billionaires and paedophiles

The Enemy Of Your Enemy

Andy and Mandy getting done for secrecy
While no one’s getting done for rape
Meanwhile in the United States
He’s gone to war in Iran with his man Benny
A man with many bodies on his hands
In Palestinian lands
Oh man, where does it end
When the enemy of your enemy definitely
Ain’t your friend

Now they’re bombing kids from the girls’ school
Cos that’s what they think big men do
Big men who do child sexual exploitation
Kidnap and kill heads of other nations
Well at least the ones with loads of oil
Oil for the bully to despoil
Makes your blood boil, where does it end
When the enemy of your enemy definitely
Ain’t your friend

War, what is it good for?
It’s good for staying out of trouble with the law
Making totally exonerated yesterday’s news
Corruption’s tolerated when the missiles cruise
It’s good for Dan Eck, big tech, war machine makers
Stock price gamblers, military fakers
Killing neighbours, where does it end
When the enemy of your enemy definitely
Ain’t your friend

A Clip Round The Ear

The first one got him in the ear, I hear
The second one a hole away, never got near
The third, the wrong house when he threw his hat in
What price, US, a decent assassin
In a country that shoots fifty thousand a year
And the best they can do is a clip round the ear

Oh Deer, Sir Kier

Son of a toolmaker Kier
Now wants to kill deer

Dear deer-killer Kier
Oh dear
What’s this new frontier?

Venison for tea
For every detainee
Of His Majesty?
While lunchers at school
Or in hospital
Pick shot from their teeth?
Good grief

The poor deer, in fear
Chased on horse by a peer
Then shot in the ear
Or maybe pursued
By a volunteer
With a spear
Not a good idea, Kier

You’ll learn
We await your u-turn
With bated breath
We guess you have
A couple left