The cover art is based on Steve’s songwriting notebook and the CD version of the album knits the songs together into consistent narrative with sounds and poems. Yes, Evidence-Based Punk Rock (or evidence-based punk rock, depending on whether you’re listening to the CD or the download/streaming version) is nearly here.
We’ll be announcing a release date soon but first we need to get the word out there. So, if you can help us out with a review/radio play/podcast/interview/etc., please give us a shout.
In a country without heroes Where the people worship cartoon characters Art dies at the hand of content Celebrities and brands
In a country without heroes Where the people worship cartoon characters Larger than life Is all that leaders understand Larger than life Is all that leaders understand
In a country without heroes Everyone’s the star of their own B-movie In a country without heroes Everyone’s afraid…well, wouldn’t you be
In a country without heroes Where the people worship cartoon characters Anyone can be a millionaire Or so they’re told
In a country without heroes Where the people worship cartoon characters Everything’s for sale And everything’s been sold Everything’s for sale And everything’s been sold
In a country without heroes Everyone’s the star of their own B-movie In a country without heroes Everyone’s afraid…well, wouldn’t you be
In a country without heroes Where the people worship cartoon characters One man’s abject poverty Is another man’s trillionaire
In a country without heroes Where the people worship cartoon characters Millions are in poverty And the trick is not to care Millions are in poverty And the trick is not to care
In a country without heroes Everyone’s the star of their own B-movie In a country without heroes Everyone’s afraid…well, wouldn’t you be Everyone’s afraid…well, wouldn’t you be too
Lee’s house ain’t as nice As his house, ain’t as nice As what an asylum seeker gets
And Lee’s clothes ain’t as nice As his clothes, ‘cos Lee knows All the things an asylum seeker gets
From GB News, LBC Folks with no time for refugees On the basis that they’re rich racists And that’s what they want Lee to see
Lee’s money ain’t as much As their money, ain’t as much As what an asylum seeker gets
And Lee’s phone ain’t as nice As his phone, ‘cos he’s been shown What an asylum seeker gets
By GB News, Talk TV Folks like Nick Ferrari On the basis that they’re rich racists And that’s what they want Lee to see
Shall we show him Shall we show him Shall we show him
That Lee’s house is twice as nice As his house, twice as nice As what an asylum seeker gets
And Lee’s clothes are twice as nice As his clothes, twice as nice As what an asylum seeker gets (Nothing, they buy their own)
And Lee’s money is so much more Than his money, so much more Than what an asylum seeker gets (Forty-nine pounds a week)
And Lee’s phone is so much better Than his phone, so much better Than what an asylum seeker gets
‘Cos they’re from charities so they can stay in touch With the process, services and such But that ain’t what they want Lee to see They want him to blame the refugee
And Lee’s house ain’t as nice As his house, ain’t as nice As what Nigel Farage gets
Rachel’s in tears behind the bar of The New Austerity Inn. The boss at the brewery has refused to say if he’ll keep her on or not and the local paper’s got hold of the story.
Against all odds, the locals are rallying round. They might not have forgiven her for trying to chase the old folk out who’d just come in for a bit of warmth during the winter, but it’s their pub, nonetheless, and their loyalty means that the books are starting to look slightly better.
My girl’s got a spray can She’s gonna paint it red My girl hates genocide It gets inside her head My girl found a warplane Which she painted red My girl is not afraid Of Suffragette Yvette
She’s gonna paint it red She’s gonna paint it red She’s gonna paint it red She’s gonna paint it red
My girl’s got a spray can She’s gonna paint it red My girl hates complicity With tens of thousands dead My girl went to Elbit Just to paint it red My girl is not afraid Of Suffragette Yvette
She’s gonna paint it red She’s gonna paint it red She’s gonna paint it red She’s gonna paint it red
My girl said how do you stand to one side And casually watch a real-time genocide When there’s people in this country that you know provide Drones and weapons that they’ve barely denied While the government’s worse than a simple blind eye Saying oh how awful, doing nothing beside While the weapons keep flowing until everyone is dead So the least I can do is to paint it red
My girl’s got a spray can She’s gonna paint it red My girl sprays Free Palestine Or Free Gaza instead My girl went to Arconic Just to paint it red My girl is not afraid Of Suffragette Yvette
Ellie lost her flat in a Section 21 Her landlord said your time has come I’ve been made an offer I can’t refuse I’m selling up and booking cruise
Patrick lost his flat in a Section 21 His landlord said next month you’re done Your rent no longer covers the mortgage It ain’t my fault there’s a housing shortage
Now an Englishman’s car is his castle An Englishman’s home is his Ford Capri An Englishman’s car is his castle ‘Cause only the very rich can own property
Simon lost his flat in a no-fault eviction To the tune of his landlord’s benediction I’m sorry that’s just the way the markets are On Monday, Simon’s moving into his car
Now an Englishman’s car is his castle An Englishman’s home is his Ford Capri An Englishman’s car is his castle ‘Cause only the very rich can own property
Gary said they’re coming for your mum’s house too That’s what very rich people do You rent your home, you rent your Sky You even rent your music off of Spotify Off of Spotify
Gary said they’re coming for your mum’s house too That’s what very rich people do The subscription model of society Where everything is owned by the super-wealthy The super-wealthy
Now an Englishman’s car is his castle An Englishman’s home is his Ford Capri An Englishman’s car is his castle Cause only the very rich can own property Now an Englishman’s car is his castle An Englishman’s home is his Ford Capri An Englishman’s car is his castle An Englishman’s home is his Ford Capri An Englishman’s home ain’t owned by you or me
He wears his shoes way too big And tells the most tremendous lies He’s got magic healing ears And two blind eyes for genocide
His allies are cosplay fascists But the real deal is him If you care to disagree The boots come marching in
He’ll tell you that it’s beautiful He’ll even tell you it’s a gift All hail forty-seven All hail President Grift
They spit, we hit The words of President Unfit He sent the army in to wash away their sins And this is how it all begins
Trained by the sales team and TV Rule by executive decree The American dream, the American scream Dissent suppressed live on your screen
He’ll tell you that it’s beautiful He’ll even tell you it’s a gift All hail forty-seven All hail President Grift
The American dream is a crypto scheme The American dream is a crypto scheme A meme coin grifting new regime The American Dream is a crypto scheme
The American dream is a crypto scheme The American dream is a crypto scheme While bombers fly in Middle Eastern skies The American dream is a crypto scheme
He’ll tell you that it’s beautiful He’ll even tell you it’s a gift All hail forty-seven All hail President Grift
Dear Donny, I’m so sorry I was late I thought we had two weeks to get the message straight You know that’s what the airbases are there for, mate When Ronnie bombed the Libyans, we didn’t hesitate
I’ve got Lammy standing ready with a statement to make He knows there’s a special relationship at stake And if there’s war to be made, then war we shall make I could do with some ban-the-burqa action to take
So, let me know Donny, if you’re gonna bomb some more I wanna be like Margaret and Tony before Not getting invited would leave me pretty sore Dear Donny, I’m sorry I was late for the war
Old Man Trump, like a bad cartoon Spittin’ in the situation Room Said Hey Benny I have a plan Let’s go ahead and bomb Iran
Let’s bomb Iran Let’s bomb Iran
While Huckabee cheered and Huckabee cried God, he said, is surely on your side Like he told George, Invade Iraq Old Man Trump, God’s got your back
God’s got his back God’s got his back
Then Trump, he said, maybe I will I do wish the Ayatollah ill And I know my mouth just wrote a cheque But I won’t decide ‘til the very last sec
The very last sec The very last sec
And the whole world prayed for tacos The whole world prayed for tacos The whole world prayed for tacos On the eve of World War Three
He said he’d bring peace to Ukraine But Old Man Trump chickened out again Sayin’ Well it really ain’t so bad And I don’t wanna upset Vlad
Don’t wanna upset Vlad Don’t wanna upset Vlad
He was gonna wipe Afghan off the face And fire Little Rocket Man into space But fire and fury never occurred Thank God for Donny’s no-good word
His no-good word His no-good word
And the whole world prayed for tacos The whole world prayed for tacos The whole world prayed for tacos On the eve of World War Three And the whole world prayed for tacos The whole world prayed for tacos The whole world prayed for tacos On the eve of World War Three The eve of World War Three The eve of World War Three
Steve White & The Protest Family 