Lee’s House

Lee’s house ain’t as nice
As his house, ain’t as nice
As what an asylum seeker gets

And Lee’s clothes ain’t as nice
As his clothes, ‘cos Lee knows
All the things an asylum seeker gets

From
GB News, LBC
Folks with no time for refugees
On the basis that they’re rich racists
And that’s what they want Lee to see

Lee’s money ain’t as much
As their money, ain’t as much
As what an asylum seeker gets

And Lee’s phone ain’t as nice
As his phone, ‘cos he’s been shown
What an asylum seeker gets

By
GB News, Talk TV
Folks like Nick Ferrari
On the basis that they’re rich racists
And that’s what they want Lee to see

Shall we show him
Shall we show him
Shall we show him

That Lee’s house is twice as nice
As his house, twice as nice
As what an asylum seeker gets

And Lee’s clothes are twice as nice
As his clothes, twice as nice
As what an asylum seeker gets
(Nothing, they buy their own)

And Lee’s money is so much more
Than his money, so much more
Than what an asylum seeker gets
(Forty-nine pounds a week)

And Lee’s phone is so much better
Than his phone, so much better
Than what an asylum seeker gets

‘Cos they’re from charities so they can stay in touch
With the process, services and such
But that ain’t what they want Lee to see
They want him to blame the refugee

And Lee’s house ain’t as nice
As his house, ain’t as nice
As what Nigel Farage gets

The Kings of Asylum

Freezing cold in a Canvey caravan
Or powerless in a burned-out barrack room
This is the life of a refugee
In a billionaire slum landlord boom

Four-star hotel, with rats as well
A holiday park caravan
The King of asylum counts his money
And cares not for his fellow man

The Kings of Essex are the kings of asylum
Housing rats, cockroaches and refugees
The Kings of Essex are asylum pirates
Avoiding tax on the East Anglian high seas

The king of fat cat consultancy
Springs clear of his liability
Takes your money and exploits the weak
As handed out by the Ministry

The Kings of Essex are the kings of asylum
Housing rats, cockroaches and refugees
The Kings of Essex are asylum pirates
Avoiding tax on the East Anglian high seas

Smash the gangs, smash their yachts
The Rachman refugee-exploiting band
Smash the gangs, take their money
And house the refugees on their land

The Kings of Essex are the kings of asylum
Housing rats, cockroaches and refugees
The Kings of Essex are asylum pirates
Avoiding tax on the East Anglian high seas

Smash the gangs, smash their yachts
The Rachman refugee-exploiting band
Smash the gangs, take their money
And house the refugees on their land

Refugees’ Luggage

They came with orders
And transporters
Souls with borders
Who are you we’re moving you
Off you go

Tentative roots in a new community
Ripped out fast with the impunity
Of cruelty to the refugee
Being Party policy
Who are you we’re moving you
Off you go

From one uncaring mean hotel
To the next uncaring mean hotel
No pleased as man with man to dwell
No fond farewell
Who are you we’re moving you
Off you go

What you can carry’s what you can bring
What’s left behind you know they’ll sling
Don’t you dare say a fucking thing
Who are you we’re moving you
Off you go

And all that’s left is the refugees’ luggage
That the hotel will throw in the bin
This is England this is right now
These are the fascists that you voted in

Full story here

And Mogg Tweeted Alleluia

Canterbury’s putting up resistance
To the ungodly policy of offshore asylum
Love thy neighbour but only from a distance
Sounding Johnson’s Operation Red Meat siren

But Castle’s voice from the pews cried we tithed for our views
And we don’t like change around here
You shouldn’t get to choose your country of refuge
And Rwanda’s very nice this time of year we hear

So Secretary Patel issued ministerial direction
To whistle up the dog a fascist bone
Of immigration by racial selection
A one-way ticket or a middle-class home

More folk will die of Covid in 2022
Than seek asylum in this green and pleasant land
Swiftly and humanely removed is the clue
To the Easter politics of the damned

Canterbury’s putting up resistance
But Johnson and Patel just say screw ya
We’re loving our neighbours but only at a distance
And Mogg tweeted Alleluia