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protestfamily
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Author: protestfamily
The world's favourite east London semi-acoustic political sing along folk punk group.
The Breakfast Show
Ferrari hosts the breakfast show
On Reform UK radio
Has Jenrick perma-booked
Now that Nigel’s cooked
Says poor people just make poor choices
Amplifies far-right voices
Talks down to experts
Talks up the blackshirts
Exaggerates the threat from refugees
Would have them banged up under lock and key
And champions the NIMBY folk of Piddington
This is how it works, of course
The background sound of daily discourse
Normalising fascist thought
With minted tax-dodger support
Nosed firmly in the trough
Perhaps I should just turn it off
The Tolpuddle Martyrs
Nigel’s Crooked Millions
WSO Auction – Handwritten Lyrics
A Two Grand Hat
Miscarriage Of Justice Johnson
Justice Jeremy Johnson
Prefers a show trial
To a jury’s denial
Will let you say what
But not why
Will not let you justify
The smashing of weapons of war
Or explain what they would have been for
The destruction of Gaza
A disallowed answer
As he backs the government’s game
Justice Jeremy Johnson
Should hang his bewigged head in shame
David And Goliath
Bad Flags
Ryan’s up a lamppost waiting for his mate
He wants a cherry picker but the cherry picker’s late
He’s got a mouthful of zip ties
And a heartful of hate
He’s raising the colours of a bad flag
Tommy knows the flag is just another tool
To fleece the crowd that still thinks that cocaine is cool
He’s calling it unite
When all they want to do is fight
He’s marching to the colours of a bad flag
Bad flags, tatty rags
Like motorway trees flying Tesco bags
They’re flown with bad intentions
They’re bad flags
Paul carries a cross like some kind of boss
When the RM see his logo, they’re gonna be pissed off
He’s yesterday’s thug
But he won’t give up
He’s got nothing except a bad flag
Luke is in a suit, moustache and tie to boot
Like an Oxfam Mosley throwing up a salute
His performative charge
Looks quite the hoot
He’s an agitator with a bad flag
Bad flags, tatty rags
Like motorway trees flying Tesco bags
They’re flown with bad intentions
They’re bad flags
Pure cold rage said Nigel
And pure cold rage he got
Nigel’s leading the riot
And pretending that he’s not
Pure cold rage said Nigel
Everyone knew what he meant
Nigel’s leading the riot
Again
Bad flags, tatty rags
Like motorway trees flying Tesco bags
They’re flown with bad intentions
They’re bad flags
Steve White & The Protest Family 