Words, music and film by Steve White & The Protest Family
Recorded and mixed by Ben Spence at Fuzzbrain Studios, Walthamstow
Mastered by Steve Honest
Category: Lyrics
Eat the Rich
Do you wanna go
Where Rousseau goes?
Do you want a plate of de Witt?
When there’s nothing to eat
There is one meat
Just redistributed a bit
It’s time to eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
Musk medaillons
With Bezos bouillon
Do you want a Zuckerberg chop?
Bring a fork
I hear it tastes like pork
A billionaire escalope
It’s time to eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
When you’re starving and there’s no more bread
It’s time to eat the rich instead
It’s time to eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
What the Dickens
Such slim pickin’s
A visit from Marley’s ghost
Give Tiny Tim sauce
For a Scrooge main course
And his chitterlings on toast
It’s time to eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
When you’re starving and there’s no more bread
It’s time to eat the rich instead
It’s time to eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
Stuff your face
With Murdoch steak
Dine on some Windsor mince
A delicious spread
Of billionaire sweetbread
Food fit from a prince
It’s time to eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
When you’re starving and there’s no more bread
It’s time to eat the rich instead
It’s time to eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
Juice trickles down
From wallet and crown
Get a spoon and get stuck in
A feast for all
Big or small
It’s time to tuck in
It’s time to eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
When you’re starving and there’s no more bread
It’s time to eat the rich instead
It’s time to eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
It’s time to eat the rich
Rwanda Bound
His dad was Greek
His mum Palestinian
Born in Turkey
He grew up a Syrian
He’s a man of fighting age
He’s handy with a sword
He’s on a small boat
Coming over here
Red cross white coat
He’s a man of fighting age
But it’s alright, it’s okay
He’s leaving the country on the first plane
He law says it’s safe and sound
Just needs assent of the crown
He’s a man of fighting age
St George is Rwanda-bound
They stuck him on a barge
In Portland harbour
Lobbying hard
For his departure
He’s a man of fighting age
A soldier
In a foreign army
We’re not racist
To say this are we
He’s a man of fighting age
But it’s alright, it’s okay
He’s leaving the country on the first plane
He law says it’s safe and sound
Just needs assent of the crown
He’s a man of fighting age
St George is Rwanda-bound
The locals don’t like
Dragon slaying
Don’t like
What the dragon farmer’s paying
He’s a man of fighting age
A catholic country
This one ain’t
We ain’t the type
To venerate a saint
He’s a man of fighting age
But it’s alright, it’s okay
He’s leaving the country on the first plane
He law says it’s safe and sound
Just needing assent of the crown
He’s a man of fighting age
St George is Rwanda-bound
Five a Day
Anger, frustration, alienation
Disillusionment, pain
Anger, frustration, alienation
Disillusionment, pain
Anger, frustration, alienation
Disillusionment, pain
They’re gonna make sure that you get your five a day
Five a day
Five a day
Five a day
Five a day – they’ll always find a way to make you pay
Five a day – while the rich folk always get their way
Five a day – if there’s a plan for this, let’s get it underway
It’s time to do something about the five a day
Five a day
Five a day
Five a day
Anger, frustration, alienation
Disillusionment, pain
Anger, frustration, alienation
Disillusionment, pain
Anger, frustration, alienation
Disillusionment, pain
They’re gonna make sure that you get your five a day
Five a day
Five a day
Five a day
Anger is the power that you need to make a change
Frustration is the reason that you’re feeling this way
Alienation – it’s why we’re all here
Disillusionment – well, that’s pretty clear
Pain – it’s time to make the pain go away
Pain – it’s time to make the pain go away
Pain – it’s time to make the pain go away
It’s time to do something about the five a day
Five a day
Five a day
Five a day
Five a day – they’ll always find a way to make you pay
Five a day – while the rich folk always get their way
Five a day – if there’s a plan for this, let’s get it underway
It’s time to do something about the five a day
It’s time to do something about the five a day
Five a day
Put Up Shut Up Britain Part Six
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
To Put Up Shut Up Britain
To Put Up Shut Up Britain
To Put Up Shut Up Britain
They’re dying on trolleys, dying in chairs
Dying in corridors like nobody cares
And still we sing God bless
God bless the NHS
And still we sing God bless
God bless the NHS
‘Cause when they’ve taken that away
There’s really nothing left
Welcome…
Sooner or later it’s someone you know
Soon you’re as low as you can go
Your house, your street, your town
They’re burning it down
Your house, your street, your town
They’re burning it down
Burn it down
Welcome…
How do we measure a person by their worth
When it’s never been easier to be a TERF
And the only thing that power’s used for
Is persecuting a culture war
While protest singers from sea
To shining sea
Are sharpening their pencils
Getting ready for World War Three
Welcome…
Willy’s sending dick pics, getting into conflicts
Selling out his mates to cover up his clicks
But nothing’s bad enough to get him fired
His loyalty is all that is required
And here’s a map of the shit in your river
Here’s a map of the sewage outflow
Here’s where the shit is delivered
Here’s where your opinion can go
Welcome…
Put your conscience aside, we’re still arming genocide
Blind-eyed to the thousands who died
Blind-eyed to the thousands who died
Blind eyes for the people that die
And welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Where the drones get built and the profits hidden
Get off the statue, get on the plane
And don’t you dare ever complain
Welcome…
Welcome…
Put Up Shut Up Britain (Part Five)
In solidarity with our comrades at the NEU campaigning against agencies offshoring millions of pounds in profit made in the supply teacher ‘market’. With thanks to Reel News for the film.
It takes a village to raise a child
But an agency to profit
A government to turn a blind eye
A trade union to stop it
‘Cause the world keeps turning on education
And you’d think an educated nation
Wouldn’t settle for an NQT
Who comes with a hefty fee
It takes a village to raise a child
But an agency to profit
Like some kinda nightmare-ish
Capitalist project
Where the money that’s supposed to circle
Goes in a straight line instead
From agency to shell company
To hedge fund, virtually tax-free
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
It takes a village to raise a child
But an agency to profit
In a system that prefers your dough
In a rich man’s pocket
While the Minister, dear God
Declares she’s doing a “fucking good job”
A good job fucking with it, more like
No wonder the teachers go on strike
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
It takes a village to raise a child
But Teaching Personnel to profit
A subsidiary of Hood TopCo
Whose dividend’s set to rocket
And Simply Ed’s at it too
A million quid off me and you
To turn a temp’ry teacher
Into shareholder value
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
It takes a village to raise a child
But an agency to profit
By managing supply
It’s time we made ‘em stop it
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
Welcome to Put Up Shut Up Britain
They All Sent Flowers
They all sent flowers
And all the flowers died
And I understood flowers
For the very first time
A gift of something dying
Gently saying this is normal
We’re all beautiful but fleeting
And this is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
They all sent roses
And all the roses died
Their petals dropping quietly
One at a time
We watched the petals falling
Gently saying this is normal
We’re all beautiful but fleeting
And this is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
They all sent lilies
And all the lilies died
But the scent of the lilies
Stayed around for a while
A gift of something dying
Leaving echoes this is normal
We’re all beautiful but fleeting
And this is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
They all sent flowers
And all the flowers died
Some faded far too quickly
Some others took their time
A gift of something dying
Gently saying this is normal
We’re all beautiful but fleeting
And this is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
It’s how it goes
This is how it goes
Just Another Day at Elbit
There’s a man in a factory in Leicester
Fixing wings onto military drones
He breaks at eleven for coffee
While they bomb Palestinian homes
He flicks on the office kettle
Spoons coffee into her cup
Looks over at her workstation
Hoping that she’ll look up
It’s just a nine to five
It’s just a nine to five
Building military systems
To be fired at a distance
It’s just a nine to five
She smiles as he hands her a cuppa
Looking up from her targeting grids
She likes it when he brings her coffee
While they shoot Palestinian kids
He waits as she blows it cool gently
And wonders if he should just ask her
What is she doing this Friday
While we watch the destruction of Gaza
It’s just a nine to five
It’s just a nine to five
Building military systems
To be fired at a distance
It’s just a nine to five
There’s a man in a factory in Leicester
Dreaming of romance and love
Through his day to day military technology
Assembling death from above
One day they’ll be together
Two kids and a dog called Jade
Remembering a factory in Leicester
Where the tools of war are made
It’s just a nine to five
It’s just a nine to five
Building military systems
To be fired at a distance
It’s just a nine to five
Unlucky Street
Phone shop
Vape shop
Chicken shop
Bookies
It used to be so sweet
Now it’s Unlucky Street
High crime
Traffic fine
Sex attacks
And decline
Phone shop
Vape shop
Chicken shop
Bookies
It used to be so sweet
Now it’s Unlucky Street
Fly tipped
Dog shit
County lines
Conflict
High crime
Traffic fine
Sex attacks
And decline
Phone shop
Vape shop
Chicken shop
Bookies
It used to be so sweet
Now it’s Unlucky Street
Front garden sofas
Poverty sarcomas
Everyone you know does
A shrug of the shoulders
At fly tipped
Dog shit
County lines
Conflict
High crime
Traffic fine
Sex attacks
And decline
Phone shop
Vape shop
Chicken shop
Bookies
It used to be so sweet
Now it’s Unlucky Street
Tags in the litter
A mattress in the river
Stand and deliver
Throw up a pigeon’s dinner
On front garden sofas
Poverty sarcomas
Everyone you know does
A shrug of the shoulders
At fly tipped
Dog shit
County lines
Conflict
High crime
Traffic fine
Sex attacks
And decline
Phone shop
Vape shop
Chicken shop
Bookies
It used to be so sweet
Now it’s Unlucky Street
Robbery’s a failure
Antisocial behaviour
Jesus Christ our saviour
Do us all a favour
Tags in the litter
A mattress in the river
Stand and deliver
Throw up a pigeon’s dinner
On front garden sofas
Poverty sarcomas
Everyone you know does
A shrug of the shoulders
At fly tipped
Dog shit
County lines
Conflict
High crime
Traffic fine
Sex attacks
And decline
Phone shop
Vape shop
Chicken shop
Bookies
It used to be so sweet
Now it’s Unlucky Street
Noah
He had his head turned in a time that we forgot
He had his head turned, flattered by God
God said you’re the best of ‘em
Forget about the rest of ‘em
Build yourself and ark and let the bastards drown
Build yourself and ark and let the bastards drown
Build yourself and ark and let the bastards drown
God said Noah a hard rain’s gonna come
God said creation will be undone
So build yourself an ark
Build it big and smart
Build yourself an ark and let the bastards drown
Build yourself an ark and let the bastards drown
Build yourself an ark and let the bastards drown
Woah oh Noah won’t you let us on the ark
Woah Noah won’t you let us on the ark
Woah oh Noah won’t you let us on the ark
It’s 22 miles and we’re sinking fast
The animals came in two by two
The elephant and the kangaroo
Roo said my sister
Please save her mister
Noah said no, we’re gonna let the bastards drown
Noah said no, we’re gonna let the bastards drown
Noah said no, we’re gonna let the bastards drown
Woah oh Noah won’t you let us on the ark
Woah Noah won’t you let us on the ark
Woah oh Noah won’t you let us on the ark
It’s 22 miles and we’re sinking fast
The people heard that Noah was planning his escape
The people heard that Noah had left them to their fate
The people stormed the ark
And started to embark
What shall we do with Noah, shall we let the bastard drown
What shall we do with Noah, shall we let the bastard drown
What shall we do with Noah, shall we let the bastard drown
Woah oh Noah won’t you let us on the ark
Woah Noah won’t you let us on the ark
Woah oh Noah won’t you let us on the ark
It’s 22 miles and we’re sinking fast
The people stormed the ark, there was plenty inside
There was a little rain but no rising tide
They sang it’s always better
When we all work together
And there’s no need to ever let a single bastard drown
And there’s no need to ever let a single bastard drown
And there’s no need to ever let a single bastard drown
Woah oh Noah won’t you let us on the ark
Woah Noah won’t you let us on the ark
Woah oh Noah won’t you let us on the ark
It’s 22 miles and we’re sinking fast
It’s 22 miles and we’re sinking fast
Steve White & The Protest Family 