He outsourced his outrage at his failing living standards to the racists Subcontracted his fear about his children’s future years to the transphobes He offset his anger about a council that won’t try To a campaign against the RNLI He’s backing Nigel ‘cause he tells him who to hate, when he’s just trying to get by
He farmed out his frustration at house price inflation to Islamophobes Delegated his dismay on another budget day to deniers of asylum seekers’ rights He exported consternation at his pub in liquidation To roundabout and lamppost decorators He’s backing Nigel ‘cause he tells him who to hate, and who are traitors
He doesn’t empathise ‘cause he doesn’t understand He doesn’t understand ‘cause he won’t listen He won’t listen ‘cause no one’s helped his problems go away He won’t listen ‘cause hears politicians Not listening every day
The sign on the door says a nice woman And a grumpy old man live here Around the back a ten foot fence surrounds a garden In which you sense that they may soon appear By a shiny new flagpole and an even newer flag Still flying the creases from the bag
This is our kingdom This is our green and pleasant land This is our place in the world But we don’t understand How all the money that we spend on being English Doesn’t make being English very grand
It’s not racist, says the grumpy old man But the basis for his racism is fear When everything is getting worse and it’s hard to understand Just blame them lot coming over here With a shiny new flagpole and an even newer flag Still flying the creases from the bag
This is our kingdom Says the grumpy old man This is our place in the world But we don’t understand How all the money that we spend on being English Doesn’t make being English very grand
The people round here, says the nice woman Used to be quite happy with their lot There were factories and shops and their kids got better jobs They worked hard for everything they got Now they’ve got a shiny flagpole and an even newer flag Still flying the creases from the bag
This is our kingdom This is our green and pleasant land This is our place in the world And we’d share it if we can But all the money that we spend on being English Doesn’t make being English very grand
At Toad Hall a frog-faced fascist lights a cigarette Pours a glass of Chablis with a grin As he sleeps, his assets grow and grow He owns the houses that other folk live in He sells them shiny flagpoles and even newer flags Still flying the creases from their bags
This is his kingdom This is his green and pleasant land This is his place in the world And he fully understands How all the money that they spend on being English Makes his England really rather grand
This is our kingdom This is our green and pleasant land This is our world to share And we need to understand That the money that we spend on being English Can make a world for all of us that’s grand
Nigel wants to kick out his girlfriend Nigel wants to kick out his ex An end to indefinite leave to remain Them first, you next Nigel’s borrowing policy From the BNP and National Front Even the right-wing papers say Nigel’s an unworkable stunt
Frog-faced fascist Farage The tinpot TikTok wannabe dictator Squawks deport ‘em all, let God sort ‘em out Dreams of riots, five quid flags And mini roundabouts Dreams of Trump-ish sanctions And Taliban transactions
It’s mass deportation masturbation For a nation that’s been Squeezed, plucked Furloughed, fucked Despairing for an answer But stranded with a chancer In stockbroker tweed When what they need Is far less greed From those that have it all already Such as him
Made in China from the finest polyester Bought in bulk from that Bezos bloke No official status in the state apparatus It says I’m English mate, it says I’m not woke
It says I’m proud that there used to be a library here Named after some statue or other I’m proud of the flats that I will never afford And the bedroom that I share with my brother
I’m proud of Jimmy Dyson, the entrepreneur Shame his hoovers ain’t made round here no more And I’m proud of Jerry Clarkson and his comedy farm His avoiding tax ain’t doing me no harm
Proud of the mums of Epping draped in flags With sons in the party and mates on tags The GB News-er who runs his own boozer And the RefUK councillor who’s a sex abuser
It says I’m proud of our culture, proud to be default Proud of Nigel’s millions and the fine wine in his vault Proud of the riots after the Southport attack I’m proud we fought the fascists and I’m proud they’re coming back
Made in China from the finest polyester Twelve quid on eBay for two Not intended to intimidate, oh wait Coming to a lamppost near you
They’re hanging flags on the lampposts of Breaking Britain They’re painting the roundabouts red The concerned mums of Epping are lighting fires While Bobby’s on the beach winding up their suppliers They’re kicking the refugees out of The Bell Next thing they’ll wanna kick you out as well They’re breaking Britain They’re breaking Britain
A oner gets you Farage on a football shirt But the flag is flying upside down Nicky did a Trump dance and a fascist salute He’s off to Liverpool in a too small suit Anti-immigrant poison is what they sell Next thing they’ll wanna poison you as well They’re breaking Britain They’re breaking Britain
They’re breaking Britain with division They’re breaking Britain with derision They’re breaking Britain with hate for a scapegoat mate And making a pretty penny while they’re at it too They’re breaking Britain They’re breaking Britain
While Both Sides Sheila argues both sides Not all nazis are nazis she opines Not sure I’d want asylum seekers down my street She’s down with the othering of not like me And the high street is some lawless kind of hell Next thing the law will come for you as well They’re breaking Britain They’re breaking Britain
Kier looking on without a clue, he’s breaking Britain Rachel in the wings without a penny for you, she’s breaking Britain Kemi trying to be the baddest of the bad, she’s breaking Britain Nigel the worst MP Clacton ever had, he’s breaking Britain He’s breaking Britain
They’re breaking Britain with division They’re breaking Britain with derision They’re breaking Britain with hate for a scapegoat mate And making a pretty penny while they’re at it too They’re breaking Britain They’re breaking Britain They’re breaking Britain They’re breaking Britain
I heard The Devil speaking in a pub by the sea I heard The devil speaking on the BBC I heard The Devil speaking every day on Fox News I heard The Devil say he’s got a long list of things to do (So hold fast)
I saw The Devil sliding into the house I saw The Devil striding into the house I heard The Devil speaking, he was loud and proud I saw The Devil speaking, he drew a helluva crowd (So hold fast)
The greatest trick he Devil ever pulled The greatest trick that had us all fooled The greatest trick said we don’t believe And we all blamed each other for his devilry (So hold fast)
I saw a queue of rich men, all on bended knee I saw a queue of rich men, from Africa to NYC There to pledge allegiance, hey The Devil and me There to pledge allegiance, what can The Devil do for me? (Better hold fast)
I heard The Devil play guitar from Nashville Tennessee I heard The Devil launching his own currency I heard that there’s abuse for which the Devil is liable I heard The Devil publishes his own version of the Bible (So hold fast)
The greatest trick…
I heard The Devil saying all hell will break loose Now that The Devil is free from the calaboose I heard The Devil saying “fight, fight, fight” I heard The Devil saying that mortals shouldn’t have rights (So hold fast)
She pulls her coat tight against the wind and the rain Eyes fixed fast on the puddles and the path Her footsteps the rhythm of the thoughts in her head What just happened, they said
An uprising in the neighbourhood Things ain’t like they used to be It ain’t alright round here no more There’s some folk should be shown the door
It’s gonna be a rough ride Some boats will not survive the rising of the tide But they shall not pass So, hold fast Hold fast
She pulls her coat tight, the coming of the storm Seems inevitable now, since nothing’s changed The splashing of her footsteps, her raindrop tears What just happened, why here
An uprising in the neighbourhood Things ain’t like they used to be An imaginary village green A billionaire on a TV screen
It’s gonna be a rough ride Some boats will not survive the rising of the tide But they shall not pass So, hold fast Hold fast
She pulls her coat tight, like some kinda shield Could protect her from the coming of the night Hands searching for her phone You’ve gotta get wet if you’re gonna get home
An uprising in the neighbourhood Dirty looks from the poppy parade There’s never any spoken in the park It’s no place to be after dark
It’s gonna be a rough ride Some boats will not survive the rising of the tide But they shall not pass So, hold fast Hold fast
She pulls her coat tight, looks up through the rain A shaft of sunlight, a ray of hope More footsteps, increasing in number Just as she thought she was about to go under
An uprising in the neighbourhood A voice at her side says, hold fast A rainbow, standing, solidly cast United, they shall not pass
It’s gonna be a rough ride Some boats will not survive the rising of the tide But they shall not pass So, hold fast Hold fast