He eats and shits
And shits and eats
And eats and shits some more
You know the shit
You’ll hear you think
When he begins to talk
Of foodstuffs
And fisticuffs
An England that’s broke
A tirade between mouthfuls
Can of lager
Jack and Coke
Respect our flag
Fuck off you slag
A fat stain on a paper bag
A drag of vape
There’s no escape
You know there’ll be no peace
While he feeds on the grease
Of the recently deceased
It’s all the fault you see
Excepting present company
You know the rest
It’s a test
Of your identity
Men of fighting age
In women’s clothes
It’s all the rage
That’s why he loathes
Any threat he sees
To flags and families
Already battered in the breeze
Of top-down austerity
He eats and shits
And shits and eats
And eats and shits on yours
You wonder how much shit you’ll eat
To find a common cause
Author: protestfamily
The world's favourite east London semi-acoustic political sing along folk punk group.
Heads They Win (Tails You Lose)
Heads they win, tails you lose
These two sides do not confuse
Heads might tell you that they’re tails
But calling heads still always fails
And when they make you choose
It’s heads they win, tails you lose
Chris, he sailed for destiny
Lost, looking for the East Indies
America it soon will be
And we’ll take everything for free
It’s heads we win, and tails you lose
Heads they win, tails you lose
These two sides do not confuse
Heads might tell you that they’re tails
But calling heads still always fails
And when they make you choose
It’s heads they win, tails you lose
My father’s house his father’s too
‘Til men with guns told us to move
God promised us this house and land
God’s guns will help you understand
It’s heads we win, and tails you lose
Heads they win, tails you lose
These two sides do not confuse
Heads might tell you that they’re tails
But calling heads still always fails
And when they make you choose
It’s heads they win, tails you lose
Beautiful Days, Reviewed by Musomuso
Steve White & The Protest Family at the Rebel Tent, bracing, rough-and-ready punk tackling the cost of living from a gang of lads who look like they understand the parlous state of modern Britain all too well. “Evidence-based punk rock” they call it, what’s not to like?
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Frogface Is Missing
We don’t hear him on the radio
We don’t see him on TV
It’s got us all a-wondering
Where might old Frogface be?
He won’t ring Nick Ferrari
He’s a Question Time absentee
If he’s out there drinking Chablis
It ain’t in Clacton-on-Sea
Is he hiding out with young Posh George
Or in Cryptoland with Chris?
For someone so ubiquitous
Something must be amiss
His office said ‘He’s working from home’
But didn’t say which one
The speculation’s rising
That Frogface might be done
Fields Of Fire (Rivers Of Shit)
That Type Of People
Thetford
The Toilet Police
Front Row Seat
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
Steve White & The Protest Family 