The years in prison were not kind to Goliath He grew smaller and weaker while David grew strong His castles kicked over; his crop destroyed before him It weighed heavy on Goliath how it had gone so wrong
So, he stood and he shouted at the ranks of Israel From the river to the sea, words laden with dread David called for his sling and selected five stones He’d settle for no less now than Goliath’s head
He turned out the lights in Goliath’s prison Cut off supplies, cut off the outside Gave Goliath notice of the date and time We held our breath; David crossed the line
His stones flew hard, his stones flew long Let only God tell me that I’m doing wrong Women and children in their thousands gone While David bayed Goliath you do not belong
We cried stop, David said I will not Not while Goliath still breathes Not while my friends in the west send stones Not while my friends in the west send stones Not while my friends in the west send drones And bombs for me to drop David said, I will not stop
Jesus, said Jesus, awake on the cross What d’you have to go and summon Satan for? I’m supposed to sleep in for a couple of days But now there’s all this chaos and war
And he’s everywhere, TV and radio Right across the social media shitshow Wherever your midnight doom scrolling might go With a bunch of leering demons in tow
Wait, you expected hellfire and brimstone With a laptop and a mobile phone? C’mon, horns and hooves are a bit mediaeval These days he manifests as real estate evil
With a raging, rambling, boiling sea of lies And an infernal wardrobe full of red ties Every time he smiles a Gazan baby dies And he has nothing but greed in his eyes
Jesus, said Jesus, awake on the cross You let out death, famine, conquest and war You say you’re Christians, but you don’t care for the poor What d’you have to go and summon Satan for?
He’s a gangster, he’s a liar Won’t even tell the truth about his height and his weight He’s a rapist, he’s a grifter He’s President of the United States He was the first one to bomb Iran He’s got masked agents roaming the streets No-one’s safe from a Trump firearm He’s got all the guns and now he’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace
He’s got a bible, he didn’t read it He says god wants him to lead the Race You had your warning, you didn’t heed it Now he’s President of the United States He’s a colonist, he’s a sinner Gonna carve up Gaza piece by piece He’s got a medal but he’s no prize-winner He’s got all the guns and now he’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace
He’ll buy you off or just invade ya He profits from the chaos he creates Greenland or Venezuela He’s President of the United States Rubio, Witkoff, Kushner, Blair The worst reputations in the middle east An open invitation to the billionaire He’s got all the guns and he’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace He’s bored of peace
When your silence is compliance Raise your voice When your silence is compliance Raise your voice Raise your voice When your silence is compliance Raise your voice When your silence is compliance Raise your voice Raise your voice When your silence is compliance Raise your voice When your silence is compliance Raise your voice
Kier says that the suffering is terrible Kier says that the suffering is wrong Kier says that he’ll recognise Palestine Once all the Palestinians are gone
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
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
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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