A poet’s words heard for the first time
Are like something you already knew
A poet should say what needs to be said
A poet should speak it true
A poet should say what you need to hear
And you know she was a poet too
Minneapolis was yet another outrage
But this time she looked like you
Rest In Power, Renee Nicole Good
Regime change, like a nappy never pleasant
Happy New Year from the 47th President
Kidnapped in your PJ’s with your missus in tow
No warm welcome in Mar-a-Lago
It’s all helicopters and prison fatigues
Who’d have what Donny wants in times like these
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Colombia, Mexico, where is he next to go
Greenland better understand he ain’t afraid of NATO
Afraid of NATO, use your brain
You lot shit the bed when they invaded Ukraine
Yeah, Russia is smilin’, China is smilin’
The dictator roundabout is doing just fine, it’s
A blood for oil swap in a murderous coup
Except the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Meanwhile in Florida, The Donald’s all smiles
‘Cause no one’s looking at the Epstein files
Feeding the media different trials
Just gotta fly the convict in 2000 miles
But MAGA’s gonna need a big fentanyl high
If they wanna keep turning a MAGA blind eye
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Donroe doctrine, don’t care who’s watching
300 billion barrels and Chevron just clocked in
Exxon and Halliburton shares just locked in
All time high on the Dow Jones dropped in
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay your investor
Your oil company and military directors
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Nick says it’s audacious
We think it’s outrageous
Kier says nothing to do with us
He’s waiting for all the facts
Nick thinks he’s a giant
We think he’s a tyrant
Kier’s remaining silent
He’s waiting for all the facts
Nick thinks that it’s great
We’re both scared and irate
Kier says just wait
He’s waiting for all the facts
Nick says it’s a flex
And it’s Colombia next
Kier says it’s complex
He’s waiting for all the facts
Nick says nothing ‘bout oil
That makes our blood boil
The question would make Sir Kier recoil
He’s waiting for all the facts
Sir Kier sheds no tear for Maduro
For international law is his call
On kidnap, oil and violence
From Sir Kier simply silence
In a statement as weak as it is small
Sir Kier sheds no tear for Venezuela
Of the people, he said nothing at all
On a stormy night, I dreamed of Sid Vicious
In the days after the Chelsea Hotel
He said I’m running out of time
And I’ve got a story to tell
Of how he went by Simon or sometimes John
And the things mum had done to get by
He spoke of heroin and homelessness
I let him talk and didn’t reply
But then he said that it was Rotten
Who’d first called him Sid
And Rotten is as Rotten does
But it was Malcolm who decided what they did
He looked tired, but he could tell
That there was something on my mind
He paused and looked straight at me
I said, Sid, I’ve got to ask why
Why, he replied, and I wished I’d not started
But he said, spit it out, kid
Why, I repeated, finally
Why the swastikas, Sid?
He looked at his boots and said, you gotta understand
The Pistols had to be a hit
We needed all the shock that we could muster
To shake them all up a bit
Malcolm was a pervert and we were cartoons
The war was over and the bad guys had lost
We made good telly, you know how it is
No one really counted the cost
And it’s not like we were actually Nazis
Just by sporting the kit
Not even Lemmy, he added
And he really loved that shit
Quite the collection of memorabilia
Uniforms, knives, flags and belts
But Lemmy wasn’t a Nazi
He just thought he was better than everyone else
But I’ll tell you this, his voice was fading
I would never wear one now
It was a bit of punk fun in ‘77
But you’ve just got to look around
We had the NF pantomime fascists
In coopted braces and boots
But never politicians and billionaires
Throwing up Nazi salutes
No, I wouldn’t ever wear one now, Sid said
Because someone will wear it and mean it
Don’t tell me you never watch TV
Don’t tell me you’ve never seen it
I would never wear one now, he said
I would never wear one now
One stormy night, I dreamed of Sid Vicious
Though he was long since dead
It was the days after the Chelsea Hotel
And this is what he said
You are what you read but all you read is your feed
You are what you watch just YouTube and Tiktoks
You are what you listen to, Model T music
Written by robots, use it or lose it
Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out
They sold the lifestyle, you bought the tat
Broken tomorrow, never mind that
They sold the sizzle, but you bought the sausage
Stare at the screen, that’s where the slop is
Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out
You know where this ends
In the arms of your virtual girlfriend
Slop in, slop out, Model T music
Slop in, slop out, Model T music
Slop in, slop out Model T music
A date with Suno, where will you go
She steals the tunes, just so you know
It’s all a remix, Model T music
Written by robots, use it or lose it
Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out
You know where this ends
In the arms of your virtual girlfriend
Slop in, slop out, Model T music
Slop in, slop out, Model T music
Slop in, slop out Model T music
You can be a bad guy
And just redact your sins
Or find a new god
Who says that bad guys win
Like Little Tommy
In Trafalgar square
Preaching Hey Jesus
Hey look over there
Tommy singing carols
Saying Jesus is born
To a bunch of far-right racists
Sharing kiddie porn
Like Nigel Farage
His Judaeo-Christian values
What he means is anti-Islam
Those are his rules
The bad guys are winning
Make no mistake
The bad guys are winning
Bad guys on the take
Oh woe is me G Beebees
They’re cancelling Christmas
Like it’s only for white folk
It deliberately missed us
The bad guys are winning
It’s hard to deny it
Even Russell the rapist
Says that God made him try it
The bad guys are winning
Here’s the incoming stitch
They say that God don’t say
That you should tax the rich
Thou shalt not tax the rich
Man shalt not lie with man
Thou shalt not scratch that itch
Or worship Islam
The bad guys are winning
Claiming God on their side
But there ain’t no heaven
For their racist pride
Project 2025
Is only the beginning
Donald’s on the case
The bad guys are winning
Go for the trans folk
And rights for women
It’s a simple formula
The bad guys are winning
Gold leaf in the White House
No votes for women
Everything is binary
The bad guys are winning
Just wait for Donny
His bible and his smile and
Saying he found Jesus
On Epstein’s island
The bad guys are wining
Make no mistake
The bad guys are winning
Bad guys on the take
The bad guys are winning
Claiming God on their side
But there ain’t no heaven
For their racist pride
Nazi Steve Bannon says
Tell them it’s God’s will
Make them scared of immigrants
March up the culture hill
The identity playbook
Don’t need a bible
It knows what it’s opposed
Jesus sue ‘em for libel
Jesus the refugee
From Nazareth in Palestine
Jesus with a cool trick
Turning water into wine
Jesus the refugee
Who gave to the poor
Jesus would say what the fuck
Is nationalism even for
The bad guys are wining
Make no mistake
The bad guys are winning
Bad guys on the take
The bad guys are winning
Claiming God on their side
But there ain’t no heaven
For their racist pride
The bad guys are winning
The bad guys are wrong
If you wanna stop them winning
Just keep singing this song
Don’t let the bad guys win…
Your grandad shot at nazis
taxed the rich and built the NHS
You mum fought for equality
and fairness, nonetheless
we sleepwalked into the arms
of bastard billionaires
Now you hang flags from lampposts
and mouth pantomime prayers
Dogs, pigs, three-year-old kids
Eating one the law forbids
Convention says the second is
Similarly deterred
While of the tragic third
Consumption is preferred
Which is absurd
When you consider
The pig desires to not be dinner
As much as the kid
Would rather not get et
And don’t forget the dog
Who one simply does not eat
While he snoozes at your feet
Why not let
All three be free
To snooze and play
And not be tea
