They’re rolling out the tanks
For the trooping of Trump’s colours
While the army train their guns on the workers of L.A.
And he holds Benny’s hand
While he drops bombs on Iranians
And starves Palestinians
I pray for rain on his parade

They’re rolling out the tanks
For the trooping of Trump’s colours
While the army train their guns on the workers of L.A.
And he holds Benny’s hand
While he drops bombs on Iranians
And starves Palestinians
I pray for rain on his parade

They call him Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
On his way
To Capitol Hill
Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
He ain’t gonna help you
When you ill
He’ll steal from the poor
To give to the rich
Big, beautiful Bill’s
A Robin Hood switch
Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
He’ll borrow money
Like no one else will
For every dollar
He’ll borrow half more
Big, beautiful Bill’s
Debt’s outa the door
Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Bill liked a girl
Her name was Liz
Her kinda thinkin’
Was a lot like his
She borrowed money
Until it went wrong
Like Bill she won’t listen
To the words of this song
Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
They call him Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
He ain’t gonna help you
When you fall ill
He’ll steal from the poor
To give to the rich
Big, beautiful Bill’s
A Robin Hood switch
Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
Big, beautiful Bill
He wears his shoes way too big
And tells the most tremendous lies
He’s got magic healing ears
And blind eyes to genocide
He’s one of the new pharaohs of the West
He’s one of the new pharaohs of the West
The illegal alien with a billion bucks
High on ket., tweets a curse
Dirty Donny was in bed with Jeff
In the file and so much worse
He’s one of the new pharaohs of the West
He’s one of the new pharaohs of the West
Two hundred and eighty cubits high
And build it just as wide
Build it on the bones of Palestinians
Build it in my new Gaza seaside
Donny’s living the American dream
He’s lived it since he was eighteen
And his father gave him his first million dollars
He’s one of the new pharaohs of the West
He’s one of the new pharaohs of the West
Two hundred and eighty cubits high
And build it just as wide
Build it on the bones of Palestinians
Build it in my new Gaza seaside
He was born in an emerald mine
In the South African sunshine
He’s cool with apartheid
Cool with conspiracy
He’s one of the new pharaohs of the West
He’s one of the new pharaohs of the West
Two hundred and eighty cubits high
And build it just as wide
Build it on the bones of Palestinians
Build it in my new Gaza seaside
Build it on the bones of Palestinians
Build it in my new Gaza seaside
The new pharaohs of the West
The new pharaohs of the West
The new pharaohs of the West
The new pharaohs of the West
Freezing cold in a Canvey caravan
Or powerless in a burned-out barrack room
This is the life of a refugee
In a billionaire slum landlord boom
Four-star hotel, with rats as well
A holiday park caravan
The King of asylum counts his money
And cares not for his fellow man
The Kings of Essex are the kings of asylum
Housing rats, cockroaches and refugees
The Kings of Essex are asylum pirates
Avoiding tax on the East Anglian high seas
The king of fat cat consultancy
Springs clear of his liability
Takes your money and exploits the weak
As handed out by the Ministry
The Kings of Essex are the kings of asylum
Housing rats, cockroaches and refugees
The Kings of Essex are asylum pirates
Avoiding tax on the East Anglian high seas
Smash the gangs, smash their yachts
The Rachman refugee-exploiting band
Smash the gangs, take their money
And house the refugees on their land
The Kings of Essex are the kings of asylum
Housing rats, cockroaches and refugees
The Kings of Essex are asylum pirates
Avoiding tax on the East Anglian high seas
Smash the gangs, smash their yachts
The Rachman refugee-exploiting band
Smash the gangs, take their money
And house the refugees on their land
After the flood, he planted a vine
If you’re gonna be alone, he said, there might as well be wine
Yeah, there was the missus and there was the kids
But he couldn’t help but think about the thing he did
The thing he did
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
We don’t like your kind round here, God said
That kind of thinking gets in a man’s head
And he was thinking about the friends that he’d let down
He was thinking about the friends that he’d let drown
The friends he’d let drown
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
God said he was gonna wash their sins away
To him it was just another rainy day
But now he looked back in guilt and shame
And poor old Noah would never be the same
Never be the same
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
It ate away at Noah like a worm in his brain
Reaching for the bottle at the first sign of rain
Naked, drunk, and painfully alive
He cursed his grandson, he cursed his tribe
He cursed his tribe
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
After all, he never asked to be the last man alive
Stay At Home Stella said, stay away
Let the Farage foot soldiers have their day
Stay At Home Stella said, don’t get involved
Walthamstow! Now is not the time to be bold
But the resistance was big, the resistance was strong
Stay At Home Stella had clearly got it wrong
A quick selfie outside to put everything right
Well done, she said, Walthamstow, for putting up a fight
Don’t be a stay-at-home Stella
Don’t be a stay-at-home Stella
When the fash come to town
It’s time to stand your ground
Don’t be a stay-at-home Stella
Stay At Home Stella said, it just isn’t right
The Post-Its on my office window at night
They’re trying to put the bombing of Syria on me
When I just wanna be an indie MP
Don’t be a stay-at-home Stella
Don’t be a stay-at-home Stella
If you wanna stop the war
You’re gonna need to do more
Don’t be a stay-at-home Stella
Stay At Home Stella said, if you ask me
I’ll ask if you live in the constituency
Stay At Home Stella knows when to pick a fight
Is only when you’re plainly and obviously right
Don’t be a stay-at-home Stella
Don’t be a stay-at-home Stella
When the fash come to town
It’s time to stand your ground
Don’t be a stay-at-home Stella
Don’t be a stay-at-home Stella
An antifascist roundabout seller
Don’t be a stay-at-home Stella
Tell her, don’t be
A stay-at-home Stella
What ya gonna do when Little Tommy comes to town
Stand your ground
They shall not pass
What ya gonna do second time around
Stand your ground
And hold fast
What ya gonna do
When Nigel calls a riot
He’s only askin’ questions
And you ain’t keeping quiet
When the fascists come to town
Stand your ground and hold fast
They shall not pass
From 1914 to Bell Corner
To Hoe Street in the calm summer sun
Walthamstow wide awake
Walthamstow awake and watch ‘em run
What you gonna do while Little Tommy is away
Raise a glass
And have a laugh
What you gonna do while Little Tommy is away
Stay awake
And hold fast
Don’t be a stay at home Stella
Don’t give yourself a dilemma
When the fascists come to town
The streets are where you should be found,
So hold fast, they shall not pass
From 1914 to Bell Corner
To Hoe Street in the calm summer sun
Walthamstow wide awake
Walthamstow awake and watch ‘em run
Jakey’s got a new job
Care of that Supreme Court mob
What’s inside your boxers or briefs?
Jakey’s joined the toilet police
Jakey’s simply upholding the act
He needs to see your biological fact
He’s got his eye on your tomboy niece
Jakey’s joined the toilet police
An orderly queue, if you please
At the checkpoint for the Ladies
In his jackboots and company fleece
Jakey’s joined the toilet police
They said it would be a tragedy
They said you can never let him leave
If you do, he’ll take it all away
You can’t do without him, they say
He’s got the broadest shoulders
He’s got the longest legs
He says that he’s leaving
You don’t need him, let him go
Your mother said that there was life before him
Your mother said that there’d be life again
The folks who say that you just can’t ignore him
Just don’t want it happening to them
He’s got the broadest shoulders
He’s got the longest legs
He says that he’s leaving
You don’t need him, let him go
He might go but his palaces remain
He might go but the factory is stayin’
Anything that’s fixed in the ground
Will still be here when he ain’t around
He’s got the broadest shoulders
He’s got the longest legs
He says that he’s leaving
You don’t need him, let him go
He says that he’s leaving
You don’t need him, let him go

Rachel took the ramp away.
“Happy hour is over,” she said. “If you can’t get into The New Austerity Inn unaided, then maybe this isn’t the pub for you.”
Liz, the HR manager from the brewery, nodded in agreement, and suggested shutting the pub during the day. “This is the pub of work,” she said. “People who can work, must work, and shouldn’t be coming in here instead.”
Rachel looked around her. Trade was down and the beer was going sour. “Yes,” she said. “That’s what we’ll do.”