What does it take in this complacent state

Of self-satisfied Daily Mail readers?

Fingers so often burnt, you’d have thought we’d have learnt,

But still we let idiots lead us.

 

A cat’s arse, a balls, a pig’s ear,

Incompetent, smug, insincere,

The future is painfully clear,

Guy Fawkes had the right idea.

 

Sold us all down the river so they can deliver

Us into the wilderness gasping

For air, need a lifeline, while they toe the party line,

Crass, egotistical, grasping.

 

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Instrumental

 

They’re led by the science, but condone non-compliance

As long as you’re one of their own,

As the NHS drowns, they send in the clowns

And we follow into the unknown.

 

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Who gave the green light to this shower of shite?

Oh yes, it was us, I remember.

Nothing much left to lose, should be lighting the fuse –

Gunpowder, Fifth of November.

 

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