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The death of facts
03:42
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350 million to the NHS
not just a better lie, one of the best
cos no one actually thinks
that your offer does anything else but stink
but it's made all the headlines in all the right places
and that's what we're gonna believe.......
cos who needs facts, that's what he said
yeah who needs facts that's what he said
cos we're fed up with your experts your opinions and your articles and the fact that you're better read
mate your facts are dead
when dirty davey shoved his dicky in a piggy's head
there was no room for facts once it was read
the rumour flew around the world
while the wrapping on the truth was still being unfurled
and it made all the headlines in all the right places
and thats what we're gonna believe........
cos who needs facts, that's what he said
yeah who needs facts that's what he said
cos we're fed up with your experts your opinions and your articles and the fact that you're better read
mate your facts are dead
yes, my facts are better than your facts
my facts are better than your facts
my facts are better than your facts
and that's what i'm going to believe....
when jeremy sat on the floor of a crowded train
oh no he didn't was the refrain
and history repeats
when richard says there are loads of seats
and it made all the headlines in all the right places
and thats what we're gonna believe........
cos who needs facts, that's what he said
yeah who needs facts that's what he said
cos we're fed up with your experts your opinions and your articles and the fact that you're better read
mate your facts are dead
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Don't look down
03:24
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Over coffee and The Guardian I heard a good friend say
I heard it again in a pub just the other day
He said "Yeah I care, I sympathise a lot"
"But I've gotta look after what's mine"
He said "I'm scared of equality because I own my own home
It doesn't mean want the foreigners to go home
But I've got a little something someone else ain't got
And I've gotta look after what's mine"
He said "I'm scared of equality because I've still got a job
The boss says my replacements are queuing up around the block
I've got a little something someone else ain't got
And I've gotta look after what's mine"
But don't look down
Don't look down
Don't look down
Don't look down
Don't look down
Don't look down
He said "I heard about austerity, but it just ain't affecting me
I suppose this year we can do without a holiday
I'm just a simple man lookin' after his family
And I've gotta look after what's mine"
"There's an Eastern European bloke'll do it much cheaper
His missus is in Poland where it's cheaper to keep her
And I know his kids in Sports Direct have got it even bleaker
But I've gotta look after what's mine"
So I won't look down
Won't look down
I won't look down
Don't look down
Don't look down
Don't look down
Look down and all you'll see is a race to the bottom
Look down and you'll see that they've got 'em where they want 'em
Look down and all you'll see is your chains
Look up look forward if you want to see change
Don't look down
Don't look down
Don't look down
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If the Queen had a vote, who would she vote for
Would she vote for the rich, or vote for the poor?
Would she vote for change or for the status quo?
Would she vote to remain or vote to go?
Would she vote with her head or vote with her arse?
Would she vote for the patriotic working class?
Would she vote with her head or vote with her feet?
Would she vote for the metropolitan elite?
If the Queen had a pound how would she spend it
Would she give it to you or would she lend it?
Would she wait for change or for the status quo?
Would she spend it to remain or spend it to go?
Would she spend it with her head or spend it with her arse?
Would she spend it on the patriotic working class?
Would she spend it with her head or spend it with her feet?
Would she lend it to the metropolitan elite?
Wat Tyler says I want my country back
Wat Tyler says I want my country back
Wat Tyler says I want my country back
Wat Tyler says I want my country back
And the Queen says Wat “what for?”
This country has never belonged to the poor
It belongs to the monarchy and the banks
It belongs to the monarchy and the banks
It belongs to the monarchy and the banks
So just run along now peasants thanks
And John Ball says I want my country back
John Ball says I want my country back
John Ball says I want my country back
John Ball says I want my country back
And the Queen says to John Ball well you’re wrong
It’s always been my country so jog on
It belongs to the monarchy and the banks
It belongs to the monarchy and the banks
It belongs to the monarchy and the banks
So just run along now peasants thanks
If the Queen had a hammer, would she hammer in the morning?
Would she hammer on the rich or hammer on the poor men?
Would she hammer for change or for the status quo?
Would she hammer to remain or hammer to go?
Would she hammer with her head or hammer with her arse?
Would she hammer for the patriotic working class?
Would she hammer with her head or hammer with her feet?
Would she hammer on the metropolitan elite?
So, the Queen says to me and the Queen says to you
It’s my country so fuck you
It belongs to the monarchy and the banks
It belongs to the monarchy and the banks
It belongs to the monarchy and the banks
So just run along now peasants thanks
If the Queen had a hammer, would she hammer in the morning?
Would she hammer on the rich or on the poor men?
Would she hammer for change or for the status quo?
Would she hammer to remain or hammer to go?
Would she hammer with her head or hammer with her arse?
Would she hammer for the patriotic working class?
Would she hammer with her head or hammer with her feet?
Would she hammer on the metropolitan elite?
Would she hammer on the metropolitan elite?
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He doesn’t see the girls much any more since he stopped earning a wage
He doesn’t see the girls at all anymore since he had to go away
But he’s thinking about them today
And the dreadful news from the USA
Children in the crosshairs
He’s sending them his thoughts and prayers
On a threadbare sofa lit by a TV that’s always on
She’s hugs the girls tight as the news is read on BBC One
With their X-Factor dreams of being someone
What would’ve happened that night, if he’d had a gun?
Her children in the crosshairs
And other people’s thoughts and prayers
No job, no home, he spent a few nights on the streets
Well the army gives you survival skills, they give you PTSD
He remembers a fella from that first night
By a busy tube still out of sight
As the Metro headline screams
Children in the crosshairs
Send them your thoughts and prayers
She remembers her mother singing to her when she was young
And she hears the man in black as she puts the littl’un down
Singing “When I was a baby my mother told me son
Always be a good boy, don’t ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die…..
Children in the crosshairs
Children in the crosshairs
Children in the crosshairs
What use your thoughts and prayers?
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Each year on this day of March seventeen
A bigot will make a complaint
That in England no man of Irish descent
Will honour his host’s patron saint
To answer this question avoiding aggression
Oppression is what you must say
And we’ll sing him a song of his man St George
And then he can be on his way
Yes, we’ll sing St George stories, sing of his glories
We’ll sing of his propriety
And we’ll sing of his roots in the old middle east
‘Cos St George is a refugee
Sing of dragons slayed, and maiden’s he’s saved
If legend is your cup of tea
Or we’ll sing you a song of old Palestine
And a Roman mercenary
St Patrick had snakes, St Augustine the shakes
St Andrew a cross on its side
But no passport has George for the man on the border
Beaming with his national pride
Yes, we’ll sing St George stories, sing of his glories
We’ll sing of his propriety
And we’ll sing of his roots in the old middle east
‘Cos St George is a refugee
So, open your borders and lower your flags
For the man the Muslims agree
Was a prophet, a soldier, of god a beholder,
A hero, a refugee
Yes, we’ll sing St George stories, sing of his glories
We’ll sing of his propriety
And we’ll sing of his roots in the old middle east
‘Cos St George is a refugee
And we’ll sing of his roots in the old middle east
‘Cos St George is a refugee
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