Not my bus
Not my people
Oh, East London
Is not for me
Stock sexism
From stocky sexists
Raucous drunks
Bray look at me
Oh, it’s your day
A clap hooray
The boys’ derisive
Repartee
Tits, fanny and Orient’s
Big day out
Goes back in time
Oh, referee!
Category: Steve
Non-Binary
Everybody’s got
Two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet
That’s why some think that binary is right
Well, it might be alright for George Galloway
But people ain’t as simple as night or day
And we’re all on a spectrum like light
Electro-magnetic radiation
It’s true we’re all members of a rainbow nation
And it ain’t as simple as identification
Because everybody has a right
Not necessarily to be who they want to be
Or I’d be Che Guevara in a racing car
Or at the very least a massive rock ‘n’ roll star
But we all deserve to burn bright
And everybody has a right
To be who they are
The Art of Looking Away
Dead children
Funny cats
Dead children
Our ten best hacks
Dead children
Suspicious activity
Dead children
Click here to see
Dead children
Meghan and Harry
Dead children
Are they really unhappy
Dead children
How to get an upgrade
Dead children
Review and get paid
Dead children
The great game
Dead children
It’s always been the same
Dead children
Buy or sell
The burning man cries Free Palestine
Perhaps he wasn’t well
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
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
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
There’s a man in a factory in Leicester
Dreaming of romance and love
Through his nine to five military systems
Assembling death from above
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
Noah
Righteous in his generation
He prays not for the washed away
His brilliant ship built just for him
He curses their decay
This antediluvian patriarch
Looks out just for his own
The animals came in two by two
And Noah drinks alone
Nursery Rhymes
Ring a ring o’ roses
In the land of Moses
Gaza! Gaza!
We all fall down
Nursery Rhymes
Jack Spratt lets the contract
His wife fulfils unseen
From Infosys to Downing Street
They lick the platter clean
Steve White & The Protest Family 