Kill Him (He's a Socialist)

Kill him, he's a socialist sir!
In order to ensure the freedom of which socialism prevents
We'll make you vote for two similar parties
Make no change of events
You know we'll engineer your consent

Always the mythical, miracle, cynical, criminal
The greatest leader you've ever seen!
A propaganda machine
News articles, chat shows, magazines
People love it when there's blood on their screen
Yeah, it's The Rise of The Planet of The Proletariatic
Am I leftist? Revolutionary? Or fanatic?

Big man, middle man, dancing on the little man
I don't promote war, but we'll massacre your Parliament!
Take your Great British flags to the cliffs of Dover
Throw 'em in the Channel when it's over
And your bourgeois battalions
In Range Rovers could go and 'tut, tut' while we print our posters, there
And if nobody cares
We'll fucking build a new Jerusalem in Parliament Square

Kill him, he's not one of us boy
I see a nation of scared little kids
And to that I see the birth of a Troy
Stick 'em up with a nine to five
Leave the skilled alive and make 'em work 'til they die
It's a proper operation for the few
Fuck you!

I see the bones of an international coup
So what you gonna do when the troves of the working scum
Make a unified decision to go bite your own thumb?
And if the lovely little folks on the hill
With their will, to not acknowledge they're at all responsible
They're so fucking passive when they kill
It's not gun, it's a bloody university skill