Sir Kier sheds no tear for Maduro
For international law is his call
On kidnap, oil and violence
From Sir Kier simply silence
In a statement as weak as it is small
Sir Kier sheds no tear for Venezuela
Of the people, he said nothing at all
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…
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Steve White & The Protest Family 