Here we go
Round and round the floor
Together in shite
Pure bullshit
Over bloody Brexit
Whatever
This time

Theresa and Jeremy
We should put them out of their misery
Whatever
It’s time

They shoot horses don’t they?
They shoot horses don’t they?
They should or, say, stone them

My arse is numb
A phantom rectum
When is it we go?
It seems so long
Just like a marathon
Mr Arse meet Mr Elbow

It’s making no sense
But we’re all fucked in the end
Whatever
It’s time

They shoot horseshit don’t they?
They shoot horseshit don’t they?
They shoot horseshit don’t they?