Cotton mills, collieries Weaving sheds and potteries Hinges, locks, files and nails Labour leadership emails From Makerfield Made in Makerfield Kingmakerfield
Now there’s too much derelict land Spoil tips, we understand Where the pits used to be In the a la mode constituency Of Makerfield Makerfield Kingmakerfield
Wes didn’t fire the starting gun For the race to be number one He’s waiting for the northwest son From Makerfield Kingmakerfield
The diocese of Liverpool Granada TV’s gritty cool Joe Gormley OBE Who will be the next MP Of Makerfield Makerfield Kingmakerfield
Wes didn’t fire the starting gun For the race to be number one He’s waiting for the northwest son From Makerfield Kingmakerfield
I’ll tell you what’s a bother, what’s a-bothering me I’ll tell you what’s a bother, what’s a-bothering me Tell me what’s the difference between you and me And why you would vote for a fascist
Your avenues are like our wide streets Our estates are made from the same concrete Like the pubs and shops where people meet So why would you vote for a fascist
I come from the city of a hundred tongues I come from the city to which everyone comes No need to see the world when the world comes here While you live in fear
Don’t live in fear
‘Cos it’s not perfect Nothing ever is But if we work it Takes less than it gives If you come from the place where everybody lives You’d never vote for a fascist
I’ll tell you what’s a bother, what’s a-bothering me I’ll tell you what’s a bother, what’s a-bothering me Tell me what’s the difference between you and me And why you would vote for a fascist
Our children’s problems are the same as yours The same woes behind the same front doors The same kids, the same rich men’s wars So why would you vote for a fascist
I come from the city that forgets where you are from I come from the city where you just belong The city that says everything is here While you live in fear
Don’t live in fear
‘Cos it’s not perfect Nothing ever is But if we work it Takes less than it gives If you come from the place where everybody lives You’d never vote for a fascist
And we hear it When the fascist lies We see his greed It’s no surprise A rich man set to better rich men’s lives So, I’d never vote for a fascist Never vote for a fascist
In the Suburb, you never had to struggle And Mandy never went without Mandy, I’m telling you, is trouble The kind that the papers talk about So, don’t get involved Don’t get involved with Mandy
If Mandy thinks you’re good for the money Mandy’s favour comes at a price A big loan buys you a blind eye But only ‘til Mandy rolls the dice So, don’t get involved Don’t get involved with Mandy So, don’t get involved Don’t get involved with Mandy
Mandy’s got friends in high places Mandy and friends are in the files Sharks teeth and snakes faces Mandy’s got friends who are paedophiles So, don’t get involved Don’t get involved with Mandy So, don’t get involved Don’t get involved with Mandy
Mandy loves the power behind the throne Mandy loves a puppet to install Mandy’s got the next one on the phone Mandy shrugs and governments fall So, don’t get involved Don’t get involved with Mandy
Your secrets are not safe with Mandy Mandy will put them up for sale If you get into bed with Mandy You might just join Mandy in jail So, don’t get involved Don’t get involved with Mandy So, don’t get involved Don’t get involved with Mandy
Mandy’s got friends in high places Mandy and friends are in the files Sharks teeth and snakes faces Mandy’s got friends who are paedophiles So, don’t get involved Don’t get involved with Mandy So, don’t get involved Don’t get involved with Mandy
John the Revelator saw the Son of Man With seven stars and seven lampstands Eyes of fire and hair of wool Voice like a roaring waterfall He said I was dead but now I’m alive Do you want to walk with me in the light If you have ears, then hear my cry The Devil wears a long red tie
John the Revelator saw God on his throne With a face that shone like a precious stone Twenty-four elders in crowns of gold Seven lit torches so the story’s told Around the throne on each of its sides A lion, a bull, an eagle in flight Each creature covered in eyes To better see the Devil in a long red tie
John the Revelator saw the lamb and the scroll Saw the lamb die and saw him made whole Saw the lamb break the seven seals Saw the horses heard the trumpet peals Hail and fire, a sea of blood Poisoned water and the sun was struck The seventh trumpet signalled time For the Devil in the long red tie
John the Revelator saw the clouds blacken Saw the sky filled with a great red dragon Seven heads with a crown on each one Chased the woman with the dress made from the sun John the Revelator saw it happen John the Revelator saw the Great Red Dragon Ten horns and fourteen eyes The dragon wore a long red tie
John saw a beast rise from the sea And the beast’s name was Blasphemy Ten horns on seven heads held high Blasphemy wore a long red tie John saw a beast rise from the earth Made everybody praise the first beast’s worth Made fire rain from the sky The beast wore a long red tie
The beast of the earth risen from slumber Made the people wear its mark or its number Forbidding them to sell or buy Unless they wore a long red tie
John saw a lake of sulphur and fire In which to cast the Devil and Liar Eternal torment dispensed from on high For the Devil in the long red tie For the Devil in the long red tie For the Devil in the long red tie
Just for a moment we were shocked A light shone on the filthy rot Those Epstein files had the lot Then off we all jolly well popped
Billionaires and paedophiles Mandy’s smirk and Andy’s smile Donny there the whole while Billionaires and paedophiles
Like the clock had stopped then boom Warfare filled the room He’d only gone and done it, damn The pumpkin had bombed Iran
Billionaires and paedophiles AI guided missiles They had the lot, those Epstein files Billionaires and paedophiles
Pumpkin Trump and his mate Benny Watching war like it was telly A girls’ school bombed, but what the hey Democracy is on its way
Billionaires and paedophiles Robot misguided missiles They had the lot, those Epstein files Billionaires and paedophiles
As shit as Chat GPT Rubbish dressed as certainty Facts are not the currency Of the crypto-bro insurgency
Billionaires and paedophiles Children pulverised and devils smile They had the lot, those Epstein files Billionaires and paedophiles
Cheap gas at the pump wins votes Now the cost of living’s going up like smoke Cos the what is it good for Evading the law Has gone to war Siccing Maven and Claude On kids, surprise The chat bot decides who lives and dies The ignoble prize Distraction maybe Willy waving And hey there’s Tony Who’d have thought it If there’s a war he sought it If there’s a crime he brought it A dollar he caught it And it’s No signal just noise From the crypto boys The bros just chose The general’s clothes Why get exposed When it’s a game Where profits, rape and bombs Are all the same
Billionaires and paedophiles Billionaires and paedophiles Billionaires and paedophiles Billionaires and paedophiles
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 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
Steve White & The Protest Family 