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 front's 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 and 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
So bold it is in its idiocy So bound by its own stupidity It does not realise it has already sentenced Itself completely to death
The last bastion of hope This once great nation had left was good music But we didn't nurture it, instead choosing to ignore it Yes, we've been trapped by the same crowd that don't like it Unless they've heard it before Leaving me stuck flogging my progressive dead horse South of the border to the
So-so and so's and through and throughs and this and that's I'm buttered breads and proud of it Who's values flit whenever it fucking suits them And we're supposed to let it slide Because the press have normalised The idea that racism is something we should humour
Yeah, the last bastion of hope this once great nation has left is to converse In a manner that will pacify, divide, and unite the room But no one's talking and rational thought has been forced into submission By the medium through which all our information is now consumed Yes, fake news Yes, fake news, mate
So bold it is in its idiocy So bound by its own stupidity It does not realise it has already sentenced Itself completely to death
So bold it is in its idiocy So bound by its own stupidity It does not realise it has already sentenced Itself completely to death
So bold it is in its idiocy So bound by its own stupidity It does not realise it has already sentenced Itself completely to death
So bold
Compositores: Christopher Duffin, James Smith, Jay Russell, Ryan Needham & Sam Shipstone