Tag: politics

Invading Venezuela

Regime change, like a nappy never pleasant
Happy New Year from the 47th President
Kidnapped in your PJ’s with your missus in tow
No warm welcome in Mar-a-Lago
It’s all helicopters and prison fatigues
Who’d have what Donny wants in times like these
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too

Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills

Colombia, Mexico, where is he next to go
Greenland better understand he ain’t afraid of NATO
Afraid of NATO, use your brain
You lot shit the bed when they invaded Ukraine
Yeah, Russia is smilin’, China is smilin’
The dictator roundabout is doing just fine, it’s
A blood for oil swap in a murderous coup
Except the blood is yours and the oil is too

Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills

Meanwhile in Florida, The Donald’s all smiles
‘Cause no one’s looking at the Epstein files
Feeding the media different trials
Just gotta fly the convict in 2000 miles
But MAGA’s gonna need a big fentanyl high
If they wanna keep turning a MAGA blind eye
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too

Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills

Donroe doctrine, don’t care who’s watching
300 billion barrels and Chevron just clocked in
Exxon and Halliburton shares just locked in
All time high on the Dow Jones dropped in
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay your investor
Your oil company and military directors
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too

Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills

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Waiting For All The Facts

Nick says it’s audacious
We think it’s outrageous
Kier says nothing to do with us
He’s waiting for all the facts

Nick thinks he’s a giant
We think he’s a tyrant
Kier’s remaining silent
He’s waiting for all the facts

Nick thinks that it’s great
We’re both scared and irate
Kier says just wait
He’s waiting for all the facts

Nick says it’s a flex
And it’s Colombia next
Kier says it’s complex
He’s waiting for all the facts

Nick says nothing ‘bout oil
That makes our blood boil
The question would make Sir Kier recoil
He’s waiting for all the facts

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Venezuela: Starmer Speaks Out (Oh No He Doesn’t)

Sir Kier sheds no tear for Maduro
For international law is his call
On kidnap, oil and violence
From Sir Kier simply silence
In a statement as weak as it is small

Sir Kier sheds no tear for Venezuela
Of the people, he said nothing at all

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Sid Vicious

On a stormy night, I dreamed of Sid Vicious
In the days after the Chelsea Hotel
He said I’m running out of time
And I’ve got a story to tell
Of how he went by Simon or sometimes John
And the things mum had done to get by
He spoke of heroin and homelessness
I let him talk and didn’t reply
But then he said that it was Rotten
Who’d first called him Sid
And Rotten is as Rotten does
But it was Malcolm who decided what they did
He looked tired, but he could tell
That there was something on my mind
He paused and looked straight at me
I said, Sid, I’ve got to ask why
Why, he replied, and I wished I’d not started
But he said, spit it out, kid
Why, I repeated, finally
Why the swastikas, Sid?
He looked at his boots and said, you gotta understand
The Pistols had to be a hit
We needed all the shock that we could muster
To shake them all up a bit
Malcolm was a pervert and we were cartoons
The war was over and the bad guys had lost
We made good telly, you know how it is
No one really counted the cost
And it’s not like we were actually Nazis
Just by sporting the kit
Not even Lemmy, he added
And he really loved that shit
Quite the collection of memorabilia
Uniforms, knives, flags and belts
But Lemmy wasn’t a Nazi
He just thought he was better than everyone else
But I’ll tell you this, his voice was fading
I would never wear one now
It was a bit of punk fun in ‘77
But you’ve just got to look around
We had the NF pantomime fascists
In coopted braces and boots
But never politicians and billionaires
Throwing up Nazi salutes
No, I wouldn’t ever wear one now, Sid said
Because someone will wear it and mean it
Don’t tell me you never watch TV
Don’t tell me you’ve never seen it
I would never wear one now, he said
I would never wear one now
One stormy night, I dreamed of Sid Vicious
Though he was long since dead
It was the days after the Chelsea Hotel
And this is what he said

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Model T Music (Slop In/Slop Out)

You are what you read but all you read is your feed
You are what you watch just YouTube and Tiktoks
You are what you listen to, Model T music
Written by robots, use it or lose it

Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out

They sold the lifestyle, you bought the tat
Broken tomorrow, never mind that
They sold the sizzle, but you bought the sausage
Stare at the screen, that’s where the slop is

Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out

You know where this ends
In the arms of your virtual girlfriend

Slop in, slop out, Model T music
Slop in, slop out, Model T music
Slop in, slop out Model T music

A date with Suno, where will you go
She steals the tunes, just so you know
It’s all a remix, Model T music
Written by robots, use it or lose it

Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out
Slop in, slop out

You know where this ends
In the arms of your virtual girlfriend

Slop in, slop out, Model T music
Slop in, slop out, Model T music
Slop in, slop out Model T music

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The Bad Guys Are Winning

You can be a bad guy
And just redact your sins
Or find a new god
Who says that bad guys win

Like Little Tommy
In Trafalgar square
Preaching Hey Jesus
Hey look over there

Tommy singing carols
Saying Jesus is born
To a bunch of far-right racists
Sharing kiddie porn

Like Nigel Farage
His Judaeo-Christian values
What he means is anti-Islam
Those are his rules

The bad guys are winning
Make no mistake
The bad guys are winning
Bad guys on the take

Oh woe is me G Beebees
They’re cancelling Christmas
Like it’s only for white folk
It deliberately missed us

The bad guys are winning
It’s hard to deny it
Even Russell the rapist
Says that God made him try it

The bad guys are winning
Here’s the incoming stitch
They say that God don’t say
That you should tax the rich

Thou shalt not tax the rich
Man shalt not lie with man
Thou shalt not scratch that itch
Or worship Islam

The bad guys are winning
Claiming God on their side
But there ain’t no heaven
For their racist pride

Project 2025
Is only the beginning
Donald’s on the case
The bad guys are winning

Go for the trans folk
And rights for women
It’s a simple formula
The bad guys are winning

Gold leaf in the White House
No votes for women
Everything is binary
The bad guys are winning

Just wait for Donny
His bible and his smile and
Saying he found Jesus
On Epstein’s island

The bad guys are wining
Make no mistake
The bad guys are winning
Bad guys on the take

The bad guys are winning
Claiming God on their side
But there ain’t no heaven
For their racist pride

Nazi Steve Bannon says
Tell them it’s God’s will
Make them scared of immigrants
March up the culture hill

The identity playbook
Don’t need a bible
It knows what it’s opposed
Jesus sue ‘em for libel

Jesus the refugee
From Nazareth in Palestine
Jesus with a cool trick
Turning water into wine

Jesus the refugee
Who gave to the poor
Jesus would say what the fuck
Is nationalism even for

The bad guys are wining
Make no mistake
The bad guys are winning
Bad guys on the take

The bad guys are winning
Claiming God on their side
But there ain’t no heaven
For their racist pride

The bad guys are winning
The bad guys are wrong
If you wanna stop them winning
Just keep singing this song

Don’t let the bad guys win…

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The Difference Between You And Your Grandad

Your grandad shot at nazis
taxed the rich and built the NHS
You mum fought for equality
and fairness, nonetheless
we sleepwalked into the arms
of bastard billionaires
Now you hang flags from lampposts
and mouth pantomime prayers

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Oh Tommy. F**k Off! – Live at Steve’s House

In Eleanor’s vineyard, Tommy’s on his knees, pretending to pray
He holds his bible upside down and wonders what Charlie would say
His god washed Islamophobic endeavour gains new followers every day
But he’s a coked up criminal grifter who’s going away

And they sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest

You can’t write everybody off, some folk are just taken in
The difference between influenced and influencers is written on the tin
But when the fascists are at the door be sure to not let them in
And he’s a coked up criminal grifter who should be in the bin

And they sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest

Now Jesus of Nazareth was many things
But nationalism won’t win you your angel wings
Your patriotic cross is just so much toss
So you can Oh Tommy Tommy off

When they sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
They sing ‘Oh, Tommy, Tommy’ and we sing ‘Fuck off’
Sometimes you just got to get it off your chest

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Put The Christ Back Into Christmas

Put the Christ back into Christmas
The Islam back into Islamophobia
The bigot back into bigotry
The my back into myopia

Put the St. George back into the cross
Put the hat back into Santa
Put the race back into racism
Put the coke back into Fanta

Put the him back into hymns
Put the nation back into nationalism
Put the Christ back into Christmas
Put the Robinson back into prison

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