The “Oh Tommy Tommy” thing is getting out of hand With Stephen Yaxley-Lennon’s miserable band The “Oh Tommy Tommy” thing ain’t playing games Except with Stephen’s numerous names The “Oh Tommy Tommy” thing is coming off the rails They ain’t forgotten The Stow and having to turn tail They wear a tin foil hat while singing “Oh Tommy” And everywhere they look….. is a conspiracy So, someone have a word about the message from the podia Someone have a word about a bookshop in Fitzrovia Someone have a word about Islamophobia Tell you what…. let’s all have a word The “Oh Tommy Tommy” thing isn’t very funny But Stephen Yaxley-Lennon’s making loads of money The “Oh Tommy Tommy” thing isn’t a laugh But if you think that he’s a journalist you’re having a giraffe The “Oh Tommy Tommy” thing inevitably Has its roots in the EDL and BNP The National Front and Britain First too So when he says he ain’t racist…… It’s just not true So, someone have a word about the message from the podia Someone have a word about a bookshop in Fitzrovia Someone have a word about Islamophobia Tell you what…. let’s all have a word The “Oh Tommy Tommy” thing turns a blind eye To the reasons that Stephen’s done so much time The “Oh Tommy Tommy” thing tends to ignore Beating up his girlfriend and mortgage fraud Travelling to the States on a false passport Assault occasioning ABH, contempt of court The “Oh Tommy Tommy” thing is bound to fail ‘Cos Stephen Yaxley-Lennon is going back to jail So, someone have a word about the message from the podia Someone have a word about a bookshop in Fitzrovia Someone have a word about Islamophobia Tell you what…. let’s all have a word

You go through life tryin’ to be nice You go through life tryin’ to do what’s right Being right, being nice, feeling empowered Then someone burns an effigy of Grenfell Tower There’s no redemption for people like that There’s justice at the end of a baseball bat How can you debate with that kind of hate That sees a white face and calls you “mate” It’s like the Free Tommy crowd and the DFLA We’ll keep doing what we’re doing ‘til they all go away It’s still true now what was true back then If they show their faces round here, they’ll see us again But you gotta draw the line between the shepherds and the sheep The real Nazi’s and the company they keep But there’s no questions, no keeping it neat No room for conversation when they’re hittin’ the street But don’t lose focus, don’t lose your perspective It’s too easy to get wrapped up in all the invective Most people are good, most people are right Don’t forget that, don’t forget to be nice.

She was pregnant with her first when she walked up the aisle If you could call that waddle style While the registrar just smiled He was fit and handsome and he had a steady job Not long left the mob The happy couple for a little while Her mum’s for a bit then some luck on a council flat A bit of this and a bit of that Getting by and getting fat At the weekend he painted the nursery Rows about the colour scheme The occasional bad dream Now the kids have had their Royal Wedding tea Bunting left over from the jubilee It’s back to reality A royal wedding or the final of the FA cup He’s really couldn’t give a fuck Never had that kinda luck A million-pound player or a million-pound wedding dress He really couldn’t care less It’s a million times more than he’ll possess Now the kids have had their Royal Wedding tea Bunting left over from the jubilee It’s back to reality But didn’t she look lovely in that dress? A world away but nonetheless A fairy-tale princess She doesn’t wave a flag but tunes in anyway The TV covers the special day Like no other Saturday Now the kids have had their Royal Wedding tea Bunting left over from the jubilee It’s back to reality The prince and the commoner will never stress about bills The NHS when they get ill From their castle on the hill No homeless here, a patriotic queue instead The nations favourite newlyweds Painting the roses red Now the kids have had their Royal Wedding tea Bunting left over from the jubilee It’s back to reality No homeless here, a patriotic queue instead The nations favourite newlyweds Painting the roses red Now the kids have had their Royal Wedding tea Bunting left over from the jubilee It’s back to reality

Think like a taxpayer, act like a taxpayer Think like a taxpayer, act like a taxpayer Steal a coffee out of Caffe Nero Their tax bill is virtually zero Pleading poverty just won’t work When your parent company’s in Luxembourg Steal a t-shirt out of Gap They don’t pay corporation tax They pay royalties overseas To companies who don’t make their tees Steal a book from Waterstones The bookshop equivalent of Vodafone Owned by a Russian billionaire Whose money could be anywhere Steal your aspirin out of Boots A company that hides its loot So carefully that you’ll never see That they’re impossible to prosecute Steal your knickers out of Top Shop Their tax-evading boss is the cream of the crop Business is dirty, but his hands are clean Cos the money all goes to Mrs Green. Steal your glasses out of Vision Express They take tax evasion to excess The small print is designed to screw ya The money is designed to end up in Bermuda Steal a flatpack from Ikea Just to give you some idea They set it up like a charity To avoid paying tax on their money Ebay, Google, Amazon and Apple Samsung, Nike, Nokia and Red Bull They’re stealing off of you, so you should steal of off them If you ignore them once ,they’ll just do it all again

She drops her eldest at school Old enough to remember when her dad still lived at home Sticks the younger in his buggy In no kind of hurry as she wheels him into town Looking for another payday loan A bit of credit for her phone Looking for a stay of execution While she finds a solution For the payments on the washing machine When the money’s all gone But she’s the engine of the economy She’s the grease in the machine Every fiver that she borrows Is a tenner on a banker’s screen Forget her productivity In a greed-based society From the euro to the pound It’s debt that makes the wheels go round It was a decent enough job Until redundancy came his and his mates way It’s easy to blame the migrant worker When you’re called a shirker by the paper that you buy every day Looking for someone else to blame Drinking away his shame But when the words won’t come But the punches will It’s the ones that you love Standing in the way Now he’s the engine of the economy He’s the grease in the machine Every fiver that he borrows Is a tenner on a banker’s screen Forget his productivity In a greed-based society From the euro to the pound It’s debt that makes the wheels go round There was that holiday in Greece They had a bit of money for a place in the sun, if only for two weeks They were better times She wonders about the people that they met in foreign climes Looking for some happy memories But the pictures on the TV Say they’re struggling And just as broken As she feels on days On days like these They’re the engine of the economy They’re the grease in the machine Every fiver that they borrow Is a tenner on a banker’s screen Forget their productivity In a greed-based society From the euro to the pound It’s debt that makes the wheels go round There was that holiday in Greece He had a bit of money to take the family to the beach They were happy times And the people that they met all seemed nice Looking for the reason it all changed Still looking for someone to blame In all the wrong places In all the wrong faces And wondering If she’s still the same They’re the engine of the economy They’re the grease in the machine Every fiver that they borrow Is a tenner on a banker’s screen Forget their productivity In a greed-based society From the euro to the pound It’s debt that makes the wheels go round From the euro to the pound It’s debt that makes the wheels go round

I don’t wanna go to war in Syria Doesn’t mean I support assad Or hezzbollah or al nusra Doesn’t mean I’m a fan of iran Just means I don’t want to drop bombs on schools and hospitals And blow up kids With one of them Precision air strikes I don’t wanna go to war in Syria I don’t want to drop bombs on schools and hospitals And blow up kids With one of them Precision air strikes Is it ok to not want to go to war in Syria Without being a putin lovin Russia supporting Forgetting theyre not commies anymore Kinda red under the bed Red in the head Red in natures tooth and claw Anti war I don’t wanna go to war in Syria I don’t want to drop bombs on schools and hospitals And blow up kids With one of them Precision air strikes I don’t want to fly a plane for Donald trump I don’t want to drop bombs for Donald trump I don’t want to fly a flag for Donald trump I don’t want a trade deal with Donald trump I don’t want oil off of Donald trump I don’t wanna go to war in Syria That don’t make me kinda inferior Like some of my friends are making me think Cos they kinda wanna go to war in Syria Even if they don’t wanna bomb schools and hospitals And blow up kids With one of them Precision air strikes I don’t wanna go to war in Syria I don’t believe in red lines Blue lines yellow lines Green lines Lines in the sand No I don’t support assad Or wave a false flag But I don’t wanna go to war in Syria I don’t want to drop bombs on schools and hospitals And blow up kids With one of them Precision air strikes

Martin knew something was wrong But Tina was pretty cool Martin knew something didn’t belong Tina never went to school Martin got pushed around Tina got left at home Tina got pushed down Martin wished that he was gone He just wants to go where Tina goes The way she wears her hair The way she wears her clothes He just wants to know what Tina knows He just wants to go where Tina goes They said that Martin was gay They said that Tina was wrong Told him to go away Told her she didn’t belong They shut the door on her By shutting the door on him Making spaces safer Denying her the very thing She just wants to go where Tina goes The way she wears her hair The way she wears her clothes She just wants to know what Tina knows She just wants to go where Tina goes Martin’s got it figured out It’s never been his skin It belonged to Tina all along She’s always been there for him Martin’s got it coming out The road ahead’s still long It’s a hostile environment Where she was waiting all along Cos she just wants to go where Tina goes The way she wears her hair The way she wears her clothes She just wants to know what Tina knows She just wants to go where Tina goes Martin and Tina share the same DNA It’s always been that way She’s always been that way Martin and Tina share the same DNA And it’s OK It’s gonna be OK