So what are you? Right wing, shit face, Always so concerned with race, Smarter than others and he knows it. So what are you then are you Left leaning? Just a bit. You dirty fucking communist. Get real it’s never worked, You know that you’re gonna outgrow it. Central, nuanced, Not clouded with influence, Educated, indecisive, bystander, Left, right. Far right, far left. Nurtured in the same nest,
You both fucking meet in the middle. Karl Marx, Keynes, Smith,
Couldn’t ever say shit. Instinct Tory, heart Labour, head liberal I,I take my land I made my land and I’m sure,There’s nothing great about Britain anymore.
If you’re so good at at fucking learning, when you learn about your past, find that we ain’t quite escaped the immortality of the ruling class. I’m sure that you’re bored and when you are so,
Where does your mind go.
I take my land I made my land and I’m sure, There’s nothing great about Britain anymore.
I take my land I made my land and I’m sure,There’s nothing great about Britain anymore. When words against the system are dismissed as complaints, Then complaint has no value, and words have no place. Regenerate your leaders with a copy and paste, Don’t argue that it trickles down, Say it to their face. When privilege determines potential, Who are you? Most politicians went to the
Same three schools.
Money drugs and Hollywood, The idea that maybe you could, Move away and start a new, That people would ever help you, I care a lot, That’s all I’ve got, I wouldn’t let my people rot, Hope,
Smart blokes on the news,
10 ways the world fucking lies to you. When every complaint is rejected as anarchic, Every word against the system gets your blood fucking pumping,
Then complaints will forever be ineffective, And words mean nothing.

King

So what are you? Right wing, shit face, Always so concerned with race, Smarter than others and he knows it. So what are you then are you Left leaning? Just a bit. You dirty fucking communist. Get real it’s never worked, You know that you’re gonna outgrow it. Central, nuanced, Not clouded with influence, Educated, indecisive, bystander, Left, right. Far right, far left. Nurtured in the same nest,
You both fucking meet in the middle. Karl Marx, Keynes, Smith,
Couldn’t ever say shit. Instinct Tory, heart Labour, head liberal I,I take my land I made my land and I’m sure,There’s nothing great about Britain anymore.
If you’re so good at at fucking learning, when you learn about your past, find that we ain’t quite escaped the immortality of the ruling class. I’m sure that you’re bored and when you are so,
Where does your mind go.
I take my land I made my land and I’m sure, There’s nothing great about Britain anymore.
I take my land I made my land and I’m sure,There’s nothing great about Britain anymore. When words against the system are dismissed as complaints, Then complaint has no value, and words have no place. Regenerate your leaders with a copy and paste, Don’t argue that it trickles down, Say it to their face. When privilege determines potential, Who are you? Most politicians went to the
Same three schools.
Money drugs and Hollywood, The idea that maybe you could, Move away and start a new, That people would ever help you, I care a lot, That’s all I’ve got, I wouldn’t let my people rot, Hope,
Smart blokes on the news,
10 ways the world fucking lies to you. When every complaint is rejected as anarchic, Every word against the system gets your blood fucking pumping,
Then complaints will forever be ineffective, And words mean nothing.

King

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