Dead Horse
The last bastion of hope
This once-great nation had left is its humor
So be it, through continued mockery
This crackpot country half-full of cunts
Will finally have the last laugh
When dragged underwater
By the weight of the tumor
It formed when it fell for the fear mongering
Of the national fronts new hairdo
So, then, what becomes of the inhabitants
Of this once-unstoppable isle
When all of its exports are no longer in style?
Are you seriously still tryna kid me
That our culture will be just fine
When all that's left is nobheads morris dancing
To sham 69?
Gob on the ragman rally 'round the maypole
Hijack the sound and stake your claim to it
Every card played is a statement made
And there's always a new a scapegoat to blame for it
England, my heart bleeds, why'd you abandon me?
Yes, I abandoned you too, but we both know
I wasn't the one lied to and I'm not scared of people
Who don't look like me, unlike you
So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realize it has already
Sentenced itself completely to death
The last bastion of hope
This once-great nation had left was good music
But we didn't nurture it, instead choosing to ignore it
Yes, we've been trapped by the same crowd that don't like it
Unless they've heard it before
Leaving me stuck flogging my progressive dead horse
South of the border to the
So-so and sos and through and throughs and this and that
I'm buttered breads and proud of it
Whose values flit whenever it fucking suits them
And we're supposed to let it slide
Because the press have normalized
The idea that racism is something we should humor
Yeah, the last bastion of hope
This once-great nation has left is to converse
In a manner that will pacify, divide, and unite the room
But no one is talking
And rational thought has been forced into submission
By the medium through which all of our information is now consumed
Yes, fake news (fake news)
Yes, fake news, mate (fake news)
So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realize it has already
Sentenced itself completely to death
So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realize it has already
Sentenced itself completely to death
So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realize it has already
Sentenced itself completely to death
So bold
This once-great nation had left is its humor
So be it, through continued mockery
This crackpot country half-full of cunts
Will finally have the last laugh
When dragged underwater
By the weight of the tumor
It formed when it fell for the fear mongering
Of the national fronts new hairdo
So, then, what becomes of the inhabitants
Of this once-unstoppable isle
When all of its exports are no longer in style?
Are you seriously still tryna kid me
That our culture will be just fine
When all that's left is nobheads morris dancing
To sham 69?
Gob on the ragman rally 'round the maypole
Hijack the sound and stake your claim to it
Every card played is a statement made
And there's always a new a scapegoat to blame for it
England, my heart bleeds, why'd you abandon me?
Yes, I abandoned you too, but we both know
I wasn't the one lied to and I'm not scared of people
Who don't look like me, unlike you
So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realize it has already
Sentenced itself completely to death
The last bastion of hope
This once-great nation had left was good music
But we didn't nurture it, instead choosing to ignore it
Yes, we've been trapped by the same crowd that don't like it
Unless they've heard it before
Leaving me stuck flogging my progressive dead horse
South of the border to the
So-so and sos and through and throughs and this and that
I'm buttered breads and proud of it
Whose values flit whenever it fucking suits them
And we're supposed to let it slide
Because the press have normalized
The idea that racism is something we should humor
Yeah, the last bastion of hope
This once-great nation has left is to converse
In a manner that will pacify, divide, and unite the room
But no one is talking
And rational thought has been forced into submission
By the medium through which all of our information is now consumed
Yes, fake news (fake news)
Yes, fake news, mate (fake news)
So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realize it has already
Sentenced itself completely to death
So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realize it has already
Sentenced itself completely to death
So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realize it has already
Sentenced itself completely to death
So bold
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Andrew Needham, Sam Shipstone, James Anthony Smith
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