Cold pensioners applauding
A pay rise for His Majesty
Smoke outdoor cigarettes
Where their local used to be
They share their coughs with cows
Busy trampling the corpses
Of a million culled badgers
Who never were their causes
The Britpop feelgood factor’s
Now a website bound to crash
Get your tits out rock ‘n’ roll
Is waiting for your cash
Where is the joy, they ask
Of booting out the Tories
It’s just a different face
On the same old hard luck stories
Steve White & The Protest Family 