If you think Theresa was the sensible one Just remember the hostile environment, son And if you think Boris ain’t as bad as this Then you’ve forgotten the bottomless Pit of his corruption The meetings with spies and the lies upon lies And the party, what party, oh that party, somebody should’ve said it was a party To be sure, he broke the law Meanwhile Liz turned up Fucked up, fucked off An impressive comic economic Molotov
Now the field’s wide open for more of the same Hunt rhymes too easily Shapps ain’t a hundred percent sure of his name And when Penny was at fire She’s on record as a liar So, there’s nothing to recommend here Except Project Have No Fear It’s time to smash it up and start again
The Queen is dead, long live the King With barely pause for breath Or chance for anyone to ask If this is for the best The new PM, not camera-shy Jumps aboard the royal ride She wants those headline stories King Charles the Third, King of the Tories And old in years but new in post Big Ears agreed to be her host As they set out to tour the land Of crowds policed with heavy hand Where protest is all but banned (Such a heinous caper To hold aloft a piece of paper Or call out your response To the presence of a sweaty nonce) Meanwhile, back in Parliament The doors stay firmly closed So no one hears the argument Against a king imposed Or his parade’s flamboyance In a time of crisis Or his tax avoidance And the powers that allow this (Three hundred million quid God forbid Remain in royal coffers Received with little thanks, cap doffers) No effective government Since Spaffer’s slow departure The new Tory incumbent Threatens even harder And mourning not withstanding Has plans to keep rich standing While the poor just quietly fall It’s what she would’ve wanted, after all
Like Boris Johnson gaslighting you about your gas bill, the myth of hard work is that if capitalism isn’t working for you it’s because you’re not working hard enough, and nothing to do with the whole crooked system being engineered to make very rich people even richer at your expense. Prime Minister in Waiting and co-author of Britannia Unchained, Liz Truss, is precisely one of those people who benefit from you believing that all you need to succeed is a little hard work and this country’s failing infrastructure is your fault for not grafting quite hard enough; her role after all is to protect the private sector and big business at all costs and not to look after you, no matter what she says. Don’t let her get away with it.
John Henry had his hammer, Stakhanov a jackhammer too But Liz says that the British worker is an idler through and through Now, hard work killed John Henry, and hard work will kill you too So, when Liz says you need more hard graft, you know what you have to do
Tell her we’ll do a good day’s work, but for a good day’s pay And when the union comes calling, we’ll take our work away ‘Cause we won’t break our backs for a boss who won’t pay tax And we’ll do our stint together and our way, oh yeah We’ll do our stint together and our way
John Henry, he built the railroad, Stakhanov, he mined for coal But Liz says that the British worker prefers life on the dole Now, hard work killed John Henry, and hard work will kill you too So, when Liz says the nation lacks skill and application, you know what you have to do
Tell her we’ll do a good day’s work, but for a good day’s pay And when the union comes calling, we’ll take our work away ‘Cause we won’t break our backs for a boss who won’t pay tax And we’ll do our stint together and our way, oh yeah We’ll do our stint together and our way
John Henry was buried in the morning, Alexei raised a glass But Liz says that the British worker needs a kick up the arse Now, hard work killed John Henry, and hard work will kill you too So, when Liz comes promising some levelling up, you know what you have to do
Tell her we’ll do a good day’s work, but for a good day’s pay And when the union comes calling, we’ll take our work away ‘Cause we won’t break our backs for a boss who won’t pay tax And we’ll do our stint together and our way, oh yeah We’ll do our stint together and our way, oh yeah We’ll do our stint together and our way
Steve White & The Protest Family 