John Lydon Prose

Donkeys and elephants dance on your graves
They gas you and beat you and keep you enslaved
Time to put your heart in a faraday bag
Before they steal your soul and try to sell you their flag

Everybody knows from John Lydon prose
That there's no future for the poor and old
And believing in them is rookie mistake
Cause they killed Jesus, and John, and MLK

Time to give these parties the Irish goodbye
Take a drink, my friends, cause here's mud in your eye
When you pull that lever try not to choke
Because no matter who wins, we're the butt of the joke

So to the lovers, the dreamers, and ne'er do wells
It's time to take a breath and believe in yourself
Do what you want and you can still be free
You can build in your heart a new economy

But some shit is gonna be taken down
Maybe some of it will even burn to the ground
They'll tell you it's treason, that you're no good
But they said the same thing to Robin Hood

Maybe a new bell can still be rung
And maybe some new songs can still be sung
Who cares if they go to outer space?
At least they won't be here to fuck up this place

And everybody knows from John Lydon prose
That there's so no future for the poor and old