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The Bad Guys Are Winning

You can be a bad guy
And just redact your sins
Or find a new god
Who says that bad guys win

Like Little Tommy
In Trafalgar square
Preaching Hey Jesus
Hey look over there

Tommy singing carols
Saying Jesus is born
To a bunch of far-right racists
Sharing kiddie porn

Like Nigel Farage
His Judaeo-Christian values
What he means is anti-Islam
Those are his rules

The bad guys are winning
Make no mistake
The bad guys are winning
Bad guys on the take

Oh woe is me G Beebees
They’re cancelling Christmas
Like it’s only for white folk
It deliberately missed us

The bad guys are winning
It’s hard to deny it
Even Russell the rapist
Says that God made him try it

The bad guys are winning
Here’s the incoming stitch
They say that God don’t say
That you should tax the rich

Thou shalt not tax the rich
Man shalt not lie with man
Thou shalt not scratch that itch
Or worship Islam

The bad guys are winning
Claiming God on their side
But there ain’t no heaven
For their racist pride

Project 2025
Is only the beginning
Donald’s on the case
The bad guys are winning

Go for the trans folk
And rights for women
It’s a simple formula
The bad guys are winning

Gold leaf in the White House
No votes for women
Everything is binary
The bad guys are winning

Just wait for Donny
His bible and his smile and
Saying he found Jesus
On Epstein’s island

The bad guys are wining
Make no mistake
The bad guys are winning
Bad guys on the take

The bad guys are winning
Claiming God on their side
But there ain’t no heaven
For their racist pride

Nazi Steve Bannon says
Tell them it’s God’s will
Make them scared of immigrants
March up the culture hill

The identity playbook
Don’t need a bible
It knows what it’s opposed
Jesus sue ‘em for libel

Jesus the refugee
From Nazareth in Palestine
Jesus with a cool trick
Turning water into wine

Jesus the refugee
Who gave to the poor
Jesus would say what the fuck
Is nationalism even for

The bad guys are wining
Make no mistake
The bad guys are winning
Bad guys on the take

The bad guys are winning
Claiming God on their side
But there ain’t no heaven
For their racist pride

The bad guys are winning
The bad guys are wrong
If you wanna stop them winning
Just keep singing this song

Don’t let the bad guys win…

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Trick Or Treat?

Weave the finest golden thread
Into a basket on your head
While spray tan panda eyes
Stare out from your disguise

Purse your lips into a bow
Like a German umlaut O
And tell them that it’s beautiful
That it’s indisputable

Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Trick or treat?

And if that ain’t enough to scare ‘em
A masked militia might
Set upon anyone
Who isn’t quite white

Tear down, destroy and pillage
To remake in your image
Oh, the trick is sweet
Demand a Nobel treat

Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Trick or treat?

Light your pumpkin lanterns
Stock up on your sweets
The monster’s coming
Trick or treat?

Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Knock, knock, America
Trick or treat?
Trick or treat?

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America’s Broke

This land of the free, land of opportunity
This land of decree and presidential immunity
This land of MAGA suck-it-up
And everybody’s got a gun

This land of the free, this land of the brave
This land where rich folk go to misbehave
This land of tariffs
And society coming undone

This land ain’t your land, this land is their land
Where the borders are closed and dissent is banned
And the boots are on the ground
Like fascism one-oh-one

This America’s broke and I’d like to return it
They said they’d make it great, but they just tried to burn it
Down
And this Britain ain’t great either
It’s just trickle down town

Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
A truck load of ICE agents coming into sight
Chasing people of colour
Wearing masks and shooting guns

Oh, say can you see by Jeffrey’s list
That power and abuse always coexist
And the land of the free
Is run by fortunate sons

This America’s broke and I’d like to return it
They said they’d make it great, but they just tried to burn it
Down
And this Britain ain’t great either
It’s just trickle down town

The star-spangled banner’s looking pretty grubby
The star-spangled banner’s looking for the money
Grifted away from sea to shining sea

The star-spangled banner’s looking pretty grim
When everything hangs on a presidential whim
To grift it away from sea to shining sea

This America’s broke and I’d like to return it
They said they’d make it great, but they just tried to burn it
Down
And this Britain ain’t great either
It’s just trickle down town
This America’s broke and I’d like to return it
They said they’d make it great, but they just tried to burn it
Down
And this Britain ain’t great either
It’s just trickle down town

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A Country Without Heroes

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

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President Grift

He wears his shoes way too big
And tells the most outrageous lies
He’s got magic healing ears
And blind eyes turned to genocide

His mates are cosplay fascists
But the real deal is him
Dare to disagree
And he’ll send the army in
(While political opponents
Are messily done in)

He’ll tell you that it’s beautiful
While beauty gets short shrift
All hail forty-seven
All hail President Grift

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Trump’s Trooping of the Colour

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

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Cats, Dogs, Transgender Mice

Of course there was no funding for transgender mice, it was for transgenic mice, but what does the truth matter when there’s culture wars to be fought. Meanwhile in Springfield, Ohio…

Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
And the big ginger cat ain’t very nice

The cats say a mouse born with a penis
That mouse can never be a Venus

While the dogs say a mouse born under the wrong star
Has the right to be the mouse that they really are

Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
And the big ginger cat ain’t very nice

In Springfield, they’re eating the cats

The cats won’t share their litter tray
With a mouse who might not go that way

The dogs are cool, there’s nothing amiss
With a mouse who might just need to take a piss

Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
And the big ginger cat ain’t very nice

In Springfield, they’re eating the dogs

The cats are like, eight million dollars
Unlimited catnip and diamante collars

The dogs are like, eight million bucks, but hey
We’d have buried it in the garden anyway

Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
And the big ginger cat ain’t very nice

In Springfield, nobody eats the mice

Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
Cats, dogs, transgender mice
And the big ginger cat ain’t very nice

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The New Austerity Inn: Rachel Prepares For War

This pub is on a war footing
Rachel says
We’re gonna have to stand our ground
The pub up west has got a new guvnor
He’s throwing his weight around

So happy hour is over
In the New Austerity Inn
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less you’re gonna get less

This pub is on a war footing
Rachel says
We’re gonna have to stand our ground
The pub in the east is expanding
Threatening all around

So happy hour is over
In the New Austerity Inn
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less

In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn

This pub is on a war footing
Rachel says
But we’re still told we need to grow
That one on the house that you take for granted
Is gonna have to go

So happy hour is over
In the New Austerity Inn
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
I’ve you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less

In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn

So happy hour is over
In the New Austerity Inn
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
If you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less
I’ve you’ve got less, you’re gonna get less

In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn

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You & Me vs. The Billionaires

Imagine getting richer while the poor are still poor
Imagine having everything and still wanting more
Imagine all the hurt and still nobody cares
That’s why it’s you and me against the billionaires

Imagine all the emeralds, your own spaceship
Shooting off to Mars on a space day trip
Imagine if they stayed, what difference would it make
When we do all the give, and they do all the take

The art of the deal says that beggars can’t be choosers
The art of the deal says that winners need their losers
The way we play is that everybody shares
That’s why it’s you and me against the billionaires

You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires

Imagine using wars to just make more money
Imagine no just cause, just bread and honey
Imagine how little the big boy cares
That’s why it’s you and me against the billionaires

The art of the deal says that beggars can’t be choosers
The art of the deal says that winners need their losers
The way we play is that everybody shares
That’s why it’s you and me against the billionaires

You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires

Mind the gap, the cats getting fatter
Mind the cap, the one that says MAGA
Mind the trap that says all lives matter
It’s you and me against the billionaires

You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires
You and me, against the billionaires

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47

47 goes to get it right
47 goes and no end in sight
47 goes to get it right
They’re gonna need the Fentanyl to get ‘em through the night

It’s Trump-tastic, policy elastic
What he said yesterday
Ain’t what he’s gonna say today
Like what’s today’s favourite word?
What’s today’s favourite steaming turd?
It’s tariffs, tariff-tastic
Tariffs on cheap Chinese plastic
China, nowhere finer
For your cheap Chinese plastic MAGA crap
Your cheap Chinese plastic MAGA hat
Meanwhile here’s a pile for the EU
Meanwhile here’s a pile for the UK too

47 goes to get it right
47 goes and no end in sight
47 goes to get it right
They’re gonna need the Fentanyl to get ‘em through the night

Not withstanding
Trump’s grandstanding
Trump’s expanding the MAGA empire
Trump’s expanding the MAGA desire
While there’s still no water
For the L.A. fire
California burns
While The President piddles
California burns
While The President tiddles
He won’t fill a bucket, he won’t fill a pail
But he’ll let the insurrectionists out of jail

47 goes to get it right
47 goes and no end in sight
47 goes to get it right
They’re gonna need the Fentanyl to get ‘em through the night

Unpatriotic patriots, keepers of the oath
Gimme a conspiracy, hell, give me both
A tin foil hat and an M-16
A beer belly, and dirty magazine
Yeah, gimme a conspiracy, hell, give me both
The KKK and the keepers of the oath
Mr. President’s own private militia
While a wide-brimmed hat won’t even let him kiss her
He’s eyeing up Canada and Panama
Where he says their economic interests are
He’s eyeing up Mexico and Greenland too
Like a spray-tanned Roman emperor might do

47 goes to get it right
47 goes and no end in sight
47 goes to get it right
They’re gonna need the Fentanyl to get ‘em through the night

It’s Trump-tastic, bombastic
Authoritarian, bordering barbarian
Wants to help Benny level Palestine
A dictator mate who ain’t benign
It’s Trump-tastic, it ain’t cute
His mates chucking up a Nazi salute
If you were looking for the fascists, my dear
Look no further, the fascists are here

47 goes to get it right
47 goes and no end in sight
47 goes to get it right
They’re gonna need the Fentanyl to get ‘em through the night
47 goes to get it right
47 goes and no end in sight
47 goes to get it right
They’re gonna need the Fentanyl to get ‘em through the night

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