The last bastion of hope
This once great nation has left is its humour
So be it, through continued mockery
This crackpot country half full of cunts
Will finally have the last laugh
When dragged underwater
By the weight of the tumour
It formed when it fell for the fear mongering
Of the national fronts new hairdo
So then what becomes of the inhabitants
Of this once unstoppable isle
When all of its exports are no longer in style?
Are you seriously still tryna kid me
That our culture will be just finе
When all that’s left is nob heads morris dancing
To sham sixty-ninе?
Gob on the ragman
Rally ’round the maypole
Hijack the sound and stake your claim to it
Every card played
Is a statement made
And there’s always a new a scapegoat to blame for it
England, my heart bleeds
Why’d you abandon me?
Yes, I abandoned you too, but we both know
I wasn’t the one lied to
And I’m not scared of people
Who don’t look like me, unlike you
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