Ryan is the kind of bloke
Who likes to big-up billionaires
While casting round for scapegoats
For the parlous state of his affairs
Himself a failed entrepreneur
His start-ups all had dodgy names
Set up, it seems, to make quick cash
Off moody compensation claims
So, when the far-right bandwagon
Hoved into view
I’ll have some of that, he thought
I’ll make a bob or two
And deal with the devil duly struck
With ladder, zip-tie, hired truck
He fixed to decorate the land
One lamppost at a time
With the cheapest union flags
That he could find online
His motley crew no strangers
To violent crime and Amazon Prime
His partner in this enterprise
New to work at height
Ran a sex doll business
Where you could rent one for the night
Who knows if it was Covid,
Latex fatigue, or rust
But nobody expressed surprise
When the company went bust
Tits-up, deflated, not much cop
These days he runs a tanning shop
While Ryan’s old firm, they report
Still awaits its day in court
Much like the man himself
For various offences
Now asking flag-flyers to fund
His own legal expenses
Like former comrade Tommo
Heels cooling on remand
Since they fell out on a French beach
Over chains of command
And master grifter Robinson
Who’ll never miss a chance
To part a racist from their dough
And he weren’t even in France
Instead, the king of fat jab fash
Is asking his fan base for cash
To spend while he’s in jail
For bullying the Daily Mail
Meanwhile, Ryan and his goons
Can’t get served in Gosport ‘Spoons
They must hate poppies he declares
Like Tim Martin really cares
While wearing one the scalpers sell
That doesn’t help the RBL
Announcing to the coppers on the door
That patriotic pouting should be law
And his little Raise the Colours Reich
Were exercising human rights
To walk into any pub they like
The absolute state of it, right?
Because Ryan is the type of bloke
Who likes to big-up billionaires
While casting round for scapegoats
For the parlous state of his affairs
Tag: operation raise the colours
The First Of The Fallen

He died for his country
The first of the fallen
From Operation Raise The Colours
The tributes came pouring in
From football hooligans
And casual sisters and brothers
Banned for life from Bristol City
Now he’s banned in Bristol City from life
He leaves behind Michele, his wife
He leaves his ladders to the flag committee
His life was colourful, it’s said
Like the roundabouts he painted red
And the thoughts rushing through his head
With the pavement straight ahead
He died for his country
The first of the fallen
From Operation Raise The Colours
My advice: don’t hang the flags at all
But if you do, get some footed help from others
Bring Back The Dancing Coppers
Bring back the dancing coppers
Bring back community
Bring back using lampposts
Just the light the street
Bring back the dancing coppers
Bring back giving a fuck about each other
Bring back understanding
Whose wealth is expanding
Bring back the dancing coppers
Bring back community
Bring back using lampposts
Just the light the street
Paul lives in a country
With no parliament or king
His flag has no status
Except with racists and their kin
Paul lives in a country
Where even the roundabouts are white
His crusade’s embarrassing
And not a pretty sight
Bring back the dancing coppers
Bring back community
Bring back using lampposts
Just the light the street
You can join Reform UK
But don’t get excited
The party’s for the very rich
And you ain’t invited
Reform FC is not a team
You want to bet your life on
Nigel’s not the football type
His word can’t be relied on
Bring back the dancing coppers
Bring back community
Bring back using lampposts
Just the light the street
Bring back the experts
Bring back the truth
Facts don’t have another side
For anyone to choose
Bring back the right questions
Bin the clickbait and the quotes
None of your problems
Arrived here on small boats
Bring back the dancing coppers
Bring back community
Bring back using lampposts
Just the light the street
If you fly the flag to intimidate
If you sneak it up at night
If you fly it to say you’re not welcome here
If you fly it out of spite
Then you don’t fly the flag for me
You don’t fly the flag for this country
You fly it for the fascists
And we will tear it down
Bring back the dancing coppers
Bring back community
Bring back using lampposts
Just the light the street
If you fly the flag to intimidate
If you sneak it up at night
If you fly it to say you’re not welcome here
If you fly it out of spite
Then you don’t fly the flag for me
You don’t fly the flag for this country
You fly it for the fascists
And we will tear it down