Hold your fists eye high
Wave bye-bye
Bombers in the sky
Do the pumpkin guy
Sway your hips
In the pumpkin stance
Don’t give a shit
Do the pumpkin dance
Now who’s looking at the Epstein files?
Now who’s talking ‘bout Palestine?
Now who’s buying Vladimir’s oil?
Now whose regime needs to change?
Rubio, Witkoff and Blair
Like a bad firm of solicitors
Here to handle the paperwork
For Gaza-Lago
On behalf of the Bored of Peace
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
(But just whistle on)
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
Neither big nor special as it turns out
All in all, a bit mealy-mouthed
A quick ‘Free Palestine’ and can we move on
You wouldn’t expect the cleaner
And, well, the cleaner’s gone
Hanging from the rafters
Let’s talk about the issues
Let’s walk in my shoes
Never mind his shoes
Trigger the sample
Trigger the reaction
Take the booking
No call to action
Trigger the sample
Trigger the backing
The music’s great
The conviction is lacking
Dead children
Funny cats
Dead children
Our ten best hacks
Dead children
Suspicious activity
Dead children
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Dead children
Meghan and Harry
Dead children
Are they really unhappy
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How to get an upgrade
Dead children
Review and get paid
Dead children
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It’s always been the same
Dead children
Buy or sell
The burning man cries Free Palestine
Perhaps he wasn’t well
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
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
You can see it
But life goes on
All around you
Like there’s nothing wrong
Step up, step up
Step up, step up
The sticker in the window
Reads Free Palestine
You know that it’s right
But you don’t have the time
Step up, step up
Step up, step up
Because a better world
Begins with us
A better world
If we just step up
Step up
Step up, step up
Dead babies daily
In your feed
Ethnic cleansing
Guaranteed
Step up, step up
Step up, step up
Dead babies daily
Every day
We’re privileged enough
We can look away
Step up, step up
Step up, step up
Because a better world
Begins with us
A better world
If we just step up
Step up
Step up, step up
Because a better world
Begins with us
A better world
If we just step up
Step up
Step up
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