Susan Hall in a ULEZ car Andy Street on the street Conservatives out in Blackpool South And rare in a council seat
Sunak’s disappointed But says that the plan is working Meanwhile back in Rochdale George Galloway is lurking (Pro-Palestine but anti-woke It’s somewhat disconcerting)
Rotherham, confusingly Is back in Liverpool And Coronation Street’s in Yorkshire But Teeside’s under the Baron’s rule
If you want all the stories Laura only talks to Tories Still squawking Stop The Boats While just not getting many votes
There’s the seaside postcard transphobe At their bawdy best Please don’t take me seriously It was only said in jest
Then there’s the sporting transphobe The level playing field type You can’t give back the muscles Their explanatory gripe
The old school transphobe’s prone to say It wasn’t like that in my day When men were men and men were best And you can probably guess the rest And almost none were gay
Like the won’t-think-about-it transphobe Who just doesn’t understand It used to be so simple You’re a woman or you’re a man
And the it’s-just-common-sense transphobe Because everything’s binary Two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet Just common sense you see
And then the internet transphobe The Rowlings and Linehans Dead name campaigns are their domain Denying that your trans
Pick your type, there’s more than two And each demands to have a say You might call it a spectrum Which transphobe will you meet today?
The Queen said pace yourself But in the end she chased herself Out of office fast as lettuce could rot It’s so unfair she died And getting groceries supplied Was so much harder with the new job that she’d got
The Downing Street fleas Would’ve tanked Air BnB’s Johnson’s dog must’ve had quite a lot And there was nobody there To make appointments for her hair To help her stop it from getting in a knot
She said that it was worse The strings on the public purse Despite her own ten years in the slot And took no interest in the lives Of presidents’ wives There’s only so much info you can swot
When she had her say She made Friday budget day And gave her enemies the whole weekend to plot Like a game of Tetris She inevitably let this Keep her up before removing Kwasi’s spot
And Hunt did not pick up When she tried to ring him up Because her number was one that he’d forgot And now she’s got a book out Better keep a look out A bestseller I suspect that it is not
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
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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
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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
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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
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It takes a village to raise a child But an agency to profit By managing supply It’s time we made ‘em stop it
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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
Steve White & The Protest Family 