Oh England, You Are A Sinking Ship
Pack the car, grab the kids Let’s get out of here You’ll know that I’m right There’s children dying here Their victims will rise up They’ll burn London down Oh England, you are a sinking…
Pack the car, grab the kids Let’s get out of here You’ll know that I’m right There’s children dying here Their victims will rise up They’ll burn London down Oh England, you are a sinking…
Take a picaninny And a watermelon With a touch of blue blood And you got the kind of immigrant the Tory Boys like They love a bit of Latin rhetoric Imperial not metric, yeah…
JC, more smears It’s been going on for years On all news and websites It’s so blatant now they have to try Something even sneakier, the media smell Putting communism in the url They…
The door is open Mr Livingstone you should know better than this What are you doing? The scuffed, dirty shoe Is stuck in the door. Let me go, let me on He mumbles and…
From Newtonmore to Newton Mearns We’re aw Jock Tamson’s bairns But it’s no aw glamour. it’s no aw glitz Jock Tamson’s on benefits In this wee country Wee country Wi a massive, massive heart Traditional…
For a while, the BBC knew what to do Setting up an interview With Andrew Neil on their side We thought we knew what was true For a while, we paid no mind to…
Hey Jo, where you goin’ with that cheque in your hand? Hey Jo, I said where you goin’ with that cheque in your hand? Alright I’m gonna take the SNP to court You know…
As yet more editing “mistakes” emerge, the Reckless rehashes an old BBC song… Everyone’s waiting on World War Three But meanwhile over on the BBC They think it would be good historically To dramatise…
Relate, he can’t do it When he’s asked to go do it Relate, he can’t do it To the working class Relate, can you do it? When you wanna suck to it Relate, can…
Say it ain’t so, Jo. You had to confess it Your finger’s on the button and you’re dying to press it You think you’re being strong, but you’re just disingenuous Your grip on reality…