Andy and Mandy getting done for secrecy While no one’s getting done for rape Meanwhile in the United States He’s gone to war in Iran with his man Benny A man with many bodies on his hands In Palestinian lands Oh man, where does it end When the enemy of your enemy definitely Ain’t your friend
Now they’re bombing kids from the girls’ school Cos that’s what they think big men do Big men who do child sexual exploitation Kidnap and kill heads of other nations Well at least the ones with loads of oil Oil for the bully to despoil Makes your blood boil, where does it end When the enemy of your enemy definitely Ain’t your friend
War, what is it good for? It’s good for staying out of trouble with the law Making totally exonerated yesterday’s news Corruption’s tolerated when the missiles cruise It’s good for Dan Eck, big tech, war machine makers Stock price gamblers, military fakers Killing neighbours, where does it end When the enemy of your enemy definitely Ain’t your friend
The first one got him in the ear, I hear The second one a hole away, never got near The third, the wrong house when he threw his hat in What price, US, a decent assassin In a country that shoots fifty thousand a year And the best they can do is a clip round the ear
He’s swapped the royal balcony For the inside of a cell He’s given back the Order of St. Olav as well But while he denies Virginia To the Thames Valley Police There will still be no justice No peace
The tax dodger said something racist Straight on the LBC playlist The numbers are wrong, but it doesn’t matter The conversation’s when, not if
The conversation’s details Picking over entrails Fetching nails, this mood entails Sacrifice, not very nice
The cost of living versus cost of life The cost-of-living vs cost of strife The cost of living carries a knife They’re losing it
The poor people phone in Moanin’, groanin’ Lacking serotonin The rich man threw ‘em a bone in
The damage is done The money’s having fun We’re fighting each other They look after number one
The tax dodger said something racist The rich man threw them a bone in The tax dodger said something racist Normal on the news and on the phone in
The rich bloke said something racist Racism is back in style Racism is back in fashion It has been for a while The rich bloke said something racist The money’s having fun While we fight each other They look after number one
The tax dodger said something racist The homeless guy gets abuse I’ve got a job, what’s your excuse Why did your mother even reproduce
You don’t produce, you’re no use How far can his soul reduce Their ire profuse, they introduce An imaginary veteran into the equation
More deserving, served his nation Worthy of praise, adoration Give the homeless vet a standing ovation But this deserves examination
Because they ain’t helping him either The what about – it’s a deceiver It’s dog eat dog, let’s face it The tax dodger said something racist
The rich bloke said something racist Racism is back in style Racism is back in fashion It has been for a while The rich bloke said something racist The money’s having fun While we fight each other They look after number one
Pay attention to what he says next Says he didn’t mean to cause offence Not sorry for what he said He’s sorry that it got in your head
He’s sorry that you might fight it He’s sorry you might not watch Man United He’s sorry he misunderstood football Where an injury to one is an injury to all
But the damage is done We’re fighting each other They look after number one His words are a starting gun Someone’s countdown has begun
The rich bloke said something racist Racism is back in style Racism is back in fashion It has been for a while The rich bloke said something racist The money’s having fun While we fight each other They look after number one
You can smell it when he’s about You can hear it when he opens his mouth to spout Inanities, insanities, profanities Racist for a moment then denies it Crazy idea he blue skies it Kite flies it He’s rotting from the inside out
Just look at his hand To understand Expanding the brand It ain’t going to plan He’s rotting from the inside out
Doesn’t care if his lies are found out If you tell enough lies the truth dies And liars thrive His paedo ally’s Convenient demise The make-up’s a thin disguise He’s rotting from the inside out
We’ll still be here when he’s gone We’ll still be singing our song About right and wrong He’s rotting from the inside out
He outsourced his outrage at his failing living standards to the racists Subcontracted his fear about his children’s future years to the transphobes He offset his anger about a council that won’t try To a campaign against the RNLI He’s backing Nigel ‘cause he tells him who to hate, when he’s just trying to get by
He farmed out his frustration at house price inflation to Islamophobes Delegated his dismay on another budget day to deniers of asylum seekers’ rights He exported consternation at his pub in liquidation To roundabout and lamppost decorators He’s backing Nigel ‘cause he tells him who to hate, and who are traitors
He doesn’t empathise ‘cause he doesn’t understand He doesn’t understand ‘cause he won’t listen He won’t listen ‘cause no one’s helped his problems go away He won’t listen ‘cause hears politicians Not listening every day
It’s Epstein o’clock for Mandy Epstein o’clock for Lord Pete Epstein o’clock, just like Andy Soon to live on Used-To-Have-A-Title Street
It’s Epstein o’clock for Petey Even though he says he didn’t partake It ain’t much of an entreaty When you’re selling the secrets of the state
It’s Epstein o’clock for Mandy Hey, Prince of Darkness, it’s Epstein o’clock Soon for a bunch of very rich bastards It’ll be Epstein o’clock Tick, tock
“That’s fine, dude I ain’t mad at you” So he thought he’d treat her to A bullet or two Maybe the third one killed her When they denied her medical help On the day the USA Turned the gun on itself
They pepper sprayed him But it wasn’t enough For trigger happy agents High on acting tough His last words “Are you okay” To the woman that he helped On the day the USA Turned the gun on itself
Smart uniforms, microphones And blatant lies Middle class protesters Threatened agent’s lives The world watched in horror At what could’ve been themselves On the day the USA Turned the gun on itself
When the price you pay for freedom Is a classroom of dead children Your second amendment rights Viewed through iron sights The way you see yourself On the day the USA Turned the gun on itself On the day the USA Turned the gun on itself
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
Steve White & The Protest Family 