The publicly Christian
privately fascist
ex-public schoolboy
knife in his fist
is a failed kidnapper
failed The Hussars
throws steroid tantrums
drives borrowed cars
and we are told
fourteen years ago
a failure who pissed himself
in Walthamstow
Tag: politics
Spilling Racists’ Coffee/Getting Ready For The War
Spilling racists’ coffee
Getting ready for the war
I heard they banned the action
Couldn’t stand them any more
While Donald Trump sends prison ships
To the Straits of Hormuz
The buzzing of the drones
Drowns out the words he can’t defuse
And voices on my radio
Ask who will pay for this
The politicians answer
Take the benefits
Off boys in balaclavas
Shocking shoppers in the town
And absent dads masked up in ports
To shut the lifeboats down
Or feckless old folk triple-locked
They say we can’t afford
While pandering to donors
Who hide all theirs abroad
Spilling racists’ coffee
Rupert screeching it’s so wrong
He wants to ban the protests
But he’d never ban the bomb
That don’t fit the story
Where he says that he’ll restore
An imaginary Britain
Getting ready for the war
Drunk on Blitz spirit
When they lied about their age
Trapped in algorithms
Grifting on their rage
An attack by boiling liquid
Melted snowflakes in the street
Spilling racists’ coffee
Hear them bleating in retreat
Save your outrage mate
There’s a real war on its way
That just how the maths works
When there’s shareholders to pay
Spilling racists’ coffee
Milkshaken to the core
Just waiting for an Archduke
Getting ready for the war
Heads They Win (Tails You Lose)
Heads they win, tails you lose
These two sides do not confuse
Heads might tell you that they’re tails
But calling heads still always fails
And when they make you choose
It’s heads they win, tails you lose
Chris, he sailed for destiny
Lost, looking for the East Indies
America it soon will be
And we’ll take everything for free
It’s heads we win, and tails you lose
Heads they win, tails you lose
These two sides do not confuse
Heads might tell you that they’re tails
But calling heads still always fails
And when they make you choose
It’s heads they win, tails you lose
My father’s house his father’s too
‘Til men with guns told us to move
God promised us this house and land
God’s guns will help you understand
It’s heads we win, and tails you lose
Heads they win, tails you lose
These two sides do not confuse
Heads might tell you that they’re tails
But calling heads still always fails
And when they make you choose
It’s heads they win, tails you lose
Frogface Is Missing
We don’t hear him on the radio
We don’t see him on TV
It’s got us all a-wondering
Where might old Frogface be?
He won’t ring Nick Ferrari
He’s a Question Time absentee
If he’s out there drinking Chablis
It ain’t in Clacton-on-Sea
Is he hiding out with young Posh George
Or in Cryptoland with Chris?
For someone so ubiquitous
Something must be amiss
His office said ‘He’s working from home’
But didn’t say which one
The speculation’s rising
That Frogface might be done
