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Bad Flags

Ryan’s up a lamppost waiting for his mate
He wants a cherry picker but the cherry picker’s late
He’s got a mouthful of zip ties
And a heartful of hate
He’s raising the colours of a bad flag

Tommy knows the flag is just another tool
To fleece the crowd that still thinks that cocaine is cool
He’s calling it unite
When all they want to do is fight
He’s marching to the colours of a bad flag

Bad flags, tatty rags
Like motorway trees flying Tesco bags
They’re flown with bad intentions
They’re bad flags

Paul carries a cross like some kind of boss
When the RM see his logo, they’re gonna be pissed off
He’s yesterday’s thug
But he won’t give up
He’s got nothing except a bad flag

Luke is in a suit, moustache and tie to boot
Like an Oxfam Mosley throwing up a salute
His performative charge
Looks quite the hoot
He’s an agitator with a bad flag

Bad flags, tatty rags
Like motorway trees flying Tesco bags
They’re flown with bad intentions
They’re bad flags

Pure cold rage said Nigel
And pure cold rage he got
Nigel’s leading the riot
And pretending that he’s not
Pure cold rage said Nigel
Everyone knew what he meant
Nigel’s leading the riot
Again

Bad flags, tatty rags
Like motorway trees flying Tesco bags
They’re flown with bad intentions
They’re bad flags

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Coming Apart At The Seams

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There’s a flag tied to a lamppost outside JK’s pad
And Tommy thinks that gendered toilets are really just for the lads
They both love the bruisers with Turkish teeth
The self-appointed toilet police

It’s as bad as it seems
It’s coming apart at the seams
And if you wanna stitch it together
Gotta stick together
Know what I mean
It’s as bad as it seems
It’s coming apart at the seams
And if you wanna stitch it together
Gotta stick together
Know what I mean

Meanwhile there’s actual Nazis fighting coppers in southern streets
Wearing suits and moustaches like pound shop Mosley wannabes
The coppers might pray for rain
It’s Nigel’s riots all over again

It’s as bad as it seems
It’s coming apart at the seams
And if you wanna stitch it together
Gotta stick together
Know what I mean
It’s as bad as it seems
It’s coming apart at the seams
And if you wanna stitch it together
Gotta stick together
Know what I mean

Most people ain’t racist
Most people ain’t anti-trans
But they ain’t the loudest voices
They ain’t the ones with a billion pounds

It’s as bad as it seems
It’s coming apart at the seams
And if you wanna stitch it together
Gotta stick together
Know what I mean
It’s as bad as it seems
It’s coming apart at the seams
And if you wanna stitch it together
Gotta stick together
Know what I mean
Together, know what I mean
Together, know what I mean
Together, know what I mean

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Kingmakerfield (A Song For Jason)

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

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Voting 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

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

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Mandy

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

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John The Revelator

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

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Baking For Billionaires

The farmer grows the wheat
The farmer sows the seeds
The farmer tills and harvests
To meet the baker’s needs

The miller grinds the wheat
The straw and chaff she’ll scour
Separating germ and bran
To make the baker’s flour

Meanwhile you bake
The cake that they take
And crumbs are all they say
Your cake is worth

The bigger the cake
The more crumbs it makes
And that’s the way they say
That baking works

The farmer grows the beet
Made ready to eat
The baker needs the sugar
To keep the baking sweet

Of butter, milk, and eggs
It’s often left unsaid
That cruelty concedes
To what the baker needs

Meanwhile you bake
The cake that they take
And crumbs are all they say
Your cake is worth

The bigger the cake
The more crumbs it makes
And that’s the way they say
That baking works

The cake keeps getting bigger
While the same old crumbs fall down
The baker’s getting thinner
It’s the same all round the town

The cake keeps getting bigger
But the table’s getting higher
The baker’s getting thinner
And the bakery’s on fire

Meanwhile you bake
The cake that they take
And crumbs are all they say
Your cake is worth

The bigger the cake
The more crumbs it makes
And that’s the way they say
That baking works

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The Pumpkin Dance

Hold your fists eye high
Wave bye-bye
Bombers in the sky
Do the pumpkin guy

Sway your hips
In the pumpkin stance
Don’t give a shit
Do the pumpkin dance

Now who’s looking at the Epstein files?

Now who’s talking ‘bout Palestine?

Now who’s buying Vladimir’s oil?

Now whose regime needs to change?

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Billionaires And Paedophiles

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

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The Enemy Of Your Enemy

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

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