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
Where will the musos go When Suno makes the tunes Where will the brushes go When the artist is AI Who will make the art When the robot eats the artists When the robot is a thief Then the art is just a lie
Where will the authors go When the program writes the novels Who will draw cartoons When the satire is AI Who will make the art When the robot eats the artists When the robot is a thief Then the art is just a lie
When the art is just a lie When the art is just a lie Who will sing songs by and by Write the books that make you cry Paint the most amazing sky When the art is just a lie
When computers take to stages In empty concert halls And galleries are filled With no feelings at all How then to be human When the art is all AI When the art has no soul When the art is just a lie
When the art is just a lie When the art is just a lie Who will sing songs by and by Write the books that make you cry Paint the most amazing sky When the art is just a lie
In Eleanor’s vineyard, Tommy’s on his knees, pretending to pray He holds his bible upside down and wonders what Charlie would say His god washed Islamophobic endeavour gains new followers every day But he’s a coked up criminal grifter who’s going away
And they sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest
You can’t write everybody off, some folk are just taken in The difference between influenced and influencers is written on the tin But when the fascists are at the door be sure to not let them in And he’s a coked up criminal grifter who should be in the bin
And they sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest
Now Jesus of Nazareth was many things But nationalism won’t win you your angel wings Your patriotic cross is just so much toss So you can Oh Tommy Tommy off
When they sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’ Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest
Peter The Homeless Santa Plotted up outside the Little Tesco We exchange the usual banter But there’s not much room for a Ho, Ho, Ho He’d be better off in a stable But stable ain’t what he’s got Peter The Homeless Santa Is in his usual spot
Peter The Homeless Santa Has a beard that’s not exactly white as snow But it’s gone greyer quicker Than an indoor beard would go Peter The Homeless Santa Is making a list, he’s checking it twice A tenner would be lovely A sandwich might be nice
He ain’t got a reindeer, he ain’t got a sleigh He ain’t even got a safe place to stay It might as well be Christmas every day ‘Cause every day’s the same on the streets
Peter The Homeless Santa Gets a wave as people come and go Some might stop for a few words But he has no use for mistletoe Peter The Homeless Santa No stocking, no Christmas tree Peter The Homeless Santa Three missing pay checks could be you or me
He ain’t got a reindeer, he ain’t got a sleigh He ain’t even got a safe place to stay It might as well be Christmas every day ‘Cause every day’s the same on the streets
Every Christmas, Santa Had a gift for me in his sack So Outside Little Tesco I try to give Santa a little back
He ain’t got a reindeer, he ain’t got a sleigh He ain’t even got a safe place to stay It might as well be Christmas every day ‘Cause every day’s the same on the streets
Rachel likes astronomy, looking at the stars Imagining that she can see Jupiter and Mars In the vast expanse of space, she can contemplate her soul But in the New Austerity Inn There’s just a black hole
So, Rachel put the price of the beer up Rachel put a penny on a pint of ale Rachel put the price of the beer up But in the New Austerity Inn It tastes just as stale
Free beer tomorrow says the sign behind the bar But today, no brandy, no cigar You can only have what you can afford And in the New Austerity Inn The price has soared
You can’t have it if you can’t afford it It doesn’t matter that she’s already poured it You said you’d find another pub, but Rachel ignored it Saying you can’t have it if you can’t afford it
Rachel put the price of the beer up Rachel put a penny on a pint of ale Rachel put the price of the beer up But in the New Austerity Inn It tastes just as stale
It’s licensee responsible, the alehouse of the possible This is what it’s like, she says, when grown-ups run the pub But if the beer is undrinkable, they’ll drink the unthinkable In the Old Flag up the road, with Nigel and his club
You can’t have it if you can’t afford it It doesn’t matter that she’s already poured it You said you’d find another pub, but Rachel ignored it Saying you can’t have it if you can’t afford it
Rachel put the price of the beer up Rachel put a penny on a pint of ale Rachel put the price of the beer up But in the New Austerity Inn It tastes just as stale
The sign on the door says a nice woman And a grumpy old man live here Around the back a ten foot fence surrounds a garden In which you sense that they may soon appear By a shiny new flagpole and an even newer flag Still flying the creases from the bag
This is our kingdom This is our green and pleasant land This is our place in the world But we don’t understand How all the money that we spend on being English Doesn’t make being English very grand
It’s not racist, says the grumpy old man But the basis for his racism is fear When everything is getting worse and it’s hard to understand Just blame them lot coming over here With a shiny new flagpole and an even newer flag Still flying the creases from the bag
This is our kingdom Says the grumpy old man This is our place in the world But we don’t understand How all the money that we spend on being English Doesn’t make being English very grand
The people round here, says the nice woman Used to be quite happy with their lot There were factories and shops and their kids got better jobs They worked hard for everything they got Now they’ve got a shiny flagpole and an even newer flag Still flying the creases from the bag
This is our kingdom This is our green and pleasant land This is our place in the world And we’d share it if we can But all the money that we spend on being English Doesn’t make being English very grand
At Toad Hall a frog-faced fascist lights a cigarette Pours a glass of Chablis with a grin As he sleeps, his assets grow and grow He owns the houses that other folk live in He sells them shiny flagpoles and even newer flags Still flying the creases from their bags
This is his kingdom This is his green and pleasant land This is his place in the world And he fully understands How all the money that they spend on being English Makes his England really rather grand
This is our kingdom This is our green and pleasant land This is our world to share And we need to understand That the money that we spend on being English Can make a world for all of us that’s grand
It goes back a thousand years Of stamps and coins and souvenirs A multitude of peers Holidays as careers It goes back to the point of the sword It goes back to the point of it all Seizing what was common before
Is the family business It’s the family business It’s the family business Off with their heads It’s the family business
Andy take the fall You’ll topple us all Royals without peasants Ain’t royals at all Your heritage won’t be linear But your lifestyle won’t be chillier We know paedophilia
Is the family business It’s the family business It’s the family business Off with their heads It’s the family business
Owning everything Being the king Wearing crowns and all that bling Listening to that song that they all sing Stuffing themselves like pigs Doing god forbids To other people’s kids
Is the family business It’s the family business It’s the family business Off with their heads It’s the family business
They weren’t sorry when you didn’t know They weren’t sorry when you didn’t know They weren’t sorry when you didn’t know
‘Cause it’s the family business It’s the family business It’s the family business Off with their heads It’s the family business
Another day another wade in the cesspit Another day another swim in you guessed it Another day another wade in the cesspit Another day in the shit
(Log on)
Embery says there’s too many blacks on TV Pochin Reform MP says I agree Little Tommy Tel Aviv Telegrams in Benny’s Luton teddy with the cocaine grin
Luton, Durham, Epping, Stoke Things go better with Nigel’s coke Need a toke to supercharge your anti-woke Things go better with Nigel’s coke
Another day another wade in the cesspit Another day another swim in you guessed it Another day another wade in the cesspit Another day in the shit
Race is where the money wants you to go Race is where they say the blame is—oh Race is where the money wants you to go The money made the racism don’t you know
‘Cos you don’t go to war with your equals You go to war with the not-like-you You don’t go to war with your equals That’s why they’re feeding you on Elon’s stew
(Elon’s racist stew—fuck you)
Another day another wade in the cesspit Another day another swim in you guessed it Another day another wade in the cesspit Another day in the shit
In Epping Adam says that paedos make him ill Only the ones with brown faces still Not the hundreds of white ones up the hill Adam doesn’t care he’s a billionaire’s shill
Adam’s got a TV slot he needs to fill Adam’s got a mission that he needs to fulfil Adam doesn’t care he’s a billionaire’s shill Adam’s making bitcoin off the red pill
Another day another wade in the cesspit Another day another swim in you guessed it Another day another wade in the cesspit Another day in the shit
Flags or community you choose A seat on the bus or Great Replacement News You can be a racist or you can refuse A swim in the cesspit A wade in you guessed it Another day in the shit
Steve White & The Protest Family 