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Genocide In Your Living Room
There’s a genocide in your living room
It’s item six on the news
After some vox pop football fans
And more economic blues
There’s a genocide on the BBC
There’s a genocide on ITV
There’s a genocide in your living room
There’s a genocide in your living room
And now its time for the weather
They’re shooting the starving queuing for food
There’s an area of high pressure
There’s a genocide on the BBC
There’s a genocide on ITV
There’s a genocide in your living room
(But just whistle on)
There’s a genocide in your living room
But only if you stay tuned in
There’ll be another programme along in a minute
To save you from being sucked in
There’s a genocide on the BBC
There’s a genocide on ITV
There’s a genocide in your living room
There’s a genocide in your living room
Do you think that you should take action
There’s plenty of folk trying to scare you off
There’s plenty of other distraction
There’s a genocide on the BBC
There’s a genocide on ITV
There’s a genocide in your living room
(But just whistle on)
The Poppy and the Cross
With fewer his majesties
There’d be fewer dead
Yet he leads the remembrance
The old soldier said
The symbols that you see
Are there to show you who’s the boss
They know that you’ll comply
With the poppy and the cross
The poppy and the cross
King and country and the rest
It’s amazing what you’ll suffer
To be told that you’re the best
His Majesty don’t care
For your sorrow and your loss
So long as you’ll die for
The poppy and the cross
That fella with the wreath, he said
Signs the papers off
To manufacture weapons
For the poppy and the cross
To ship them overseas
For genocide in foreign lands
His jacket wears a poppy
But bloody are his hands
Bloody are his hands
King and country and the rest
It’s amazing what you’ll suffer
To be told that you’re the best
His Majesty don’t care
For your sorrow and your loss
So long as you’ll die for
The poppy and the cross
He holds a shepherd’s crook
And he wears a bishop’s hat
The old soldier said to me
What do you make of that
Here to give the slaughter
Some of his pious gloss
Here to lead the prayers
For the poppy and the cross
The poppy and the cross
God and country and the rest
It’s amazing what you’ll suffer
To be told that you’re the best
His Majesty don’t care
For your sorrow and your loss
So long as you’ll die for
The poppy and the cross
Don’t confuse sacrifice
With being sacrificed
The old soldier spoke
Of the wicked loss of life
King and country, God and crown
Will never count the cost
It’s you and I that die
For the poppy and the cross
The poppy and the cross
King and country and the rest
It’s amazing what you’ll suffer
To be told that you’re the best
His Majesty don’t care
For your sorrow and your loss
So long as you’ll die for
The poppy and the cross
The Jolly Capitalist
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain
How all you need is love and you really shouldn’t complain
Because every billionaire has a billionaire dad
And love is all you need ‘cause love is all you ever had
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain
That cheap and cheerful really is a money-making game
So Vimes cannot afford the boots in which he should be stood
But a cheap pair every year cost more than good ones ever would
Oh, I wish I was as happy as Nick
I wouldn’t have to care about the poor and the sick
But I want other folk to be
At least as well off as me
And while I understand the money trick
I’ll never be as happy as Nick
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain
How landlords are the ones who really have it all to gain
‘Cause while you pay their mortgages there’s social housing shortages
So you should just be grateful they don’t Section 21
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain
How shitting in the river is the ultimate aim
Because if selling off the water ain’t enough to make you mad
Then selling off the NHS won’t seem half as bad
Oh, I wish I was as happy as Nick
I wouldn’t have to care about the poor and the sick
But I want other folk to be
At least as well off as me
And while I understand the money trick
I’ll never be as happy as Nick
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain
How the 7th of October was the start of the campaign
Drones and bombs and missiles are a lucrative supply
Just requires the application of a little blind eye
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain
That when a foodbank opens up he opens up the champagne
Because if the poor feed the poor what is the government for
But making rick folk richer than they’ve ever been before
Oh, I wish I was as happy as Nick
I wouldn’t have to care about the poor and the sick
But I want other folk to be
At least as well off as me
And while I understand the money trick
I’ll never be as happy as Nick
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain
How all you need is love and you really shouldn’t complain
Because every billionaire has a billionaire dad
And love is all you need ‘cause love is all you ever had
Oh, I wish I was as happy as Nick
I wouldn’t have to care about the poor and the sick
But I want other folk to be
At least as well off as me
And while I understand the money trick
I’ll never be as happy as Nick
Put Up Shut Up Britain Part Six
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
Welcome…
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
Welcome…
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
Welcome…
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
Welcome…
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
Welcome…
Welcome…
Al-Rashid Road – a villanelle
In the land where Goliath once strode
With the whine of a drone overhead
There’s an air strike on Al-Rashid Road
The targeted vehicles explode
And seven aid workers lie dead
In the land where Goliath once strode
In soft-skinned transport they rode
Too easy for missiles to shred
There’s an air strike on Al-Rashid Road
Where the lifeblood of charity flowed
Good Samaritans now fear to tread
In the land where Goliath once strode
With shelling the alms they erode
Denying the starving their bread
There’s an air strike on Al-Rashid Road
A ceasefire now surely is owed
As blood-soaked the path lays ahead
In the land where Goliath once strode
There’s an air strike on Al-Rashid Road
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
Nursery Rhymes
Ring a ring o’ roses
In the land of Moses
Gaza! Gaza!
We all fall down
Steve White & The Protest Family 