My Friend the Fascist
(My friend the fascist, all right, all wrong)
Y'know, I can't remember where we first met, somewhere in secondary school I'd bet
Used to see him do that cocky walk around, there wasn't many like him in our hick town
Head to toe in really nice gear, the only kid I knew without an ounce of fear
Told his dad he had a Saturday job, which in reality was him hitting town on the rob
Later on, it was the pubs and clubs, pills & thrills, those speckly white doves
House music all night long, can see him up there now leading the whole throng
Those days went by in a haze of fun but something else was pushing me on
The hometown pressure got too much, so I moved away, and we just lost touch
(My friend the fascist)
We hooked up on Facebook, down the line, remember it was fun around that time?
He still liked to rock a designer cut, but these days the Ralph stretched across a beer gut
I saw lots of posts that were misinformed shit, but nothing really more to it
So my girl and I went to the ends, to have a night with my old friend
A few drinks in and he's leaning over, 'stick an electric fence around the cliffs of Dover'
My girlfriend shocked, spluttered an objection, And I just laughed hoping for a deflection
'Polish shops and the call to Prayer, soon won't be no English left round here'
Things had got weird, so I hit the bar quick, but she followed me up and said, 'get me away from this prick!'
I noticed next day all the posts had dropped, was then I realised I'd been blocked
Got a text about all the crap we spoke, and how I was now a brain dead woke
Which I'm not, well not a lot. But at least I'm not that, some EDL twat
who had once been such a lovely fella, So I shot back 'Free Nelson Mandela'
Guess by then the time for jokes had gone, got a 'fuck off libtard' and we were done
Voting for Etonians, picking on Estonians, moaning about the homeless from your council flat
Used follow you around, where you were I'd be found, how'd you end going down to this from that? Well?
My friend.
(My friend the fascist, still here, not gone)
Y'know, I can't remember where we first met, somewhere in secondary school I'd bet
Used to see him do that cocky walk around, there wasn't many like him in our hick town
Head to toe in really nice gear, the only kid I knew without an ounce of fear
Told his dad he had a Saturday job, which in reality was him hitting town on the rob
Later on, it was the pubs and clubs, pills & thrills, those speckly white doves
House music all night long, can see him up there now leading the whole throng
Those days went by in a haze of fun but something else was pushing me on
The hometown pressure got too much, so I moved away, and we just lost touch
(My friend the fascist)
We hooked up on Facebook, down the line, remember it was fun around that time?
He still liked to rock a designer cut, but these days the Ralph stretched across a beer gut
I saw lots of posts that were misinformed shit, but nothing really more to it
So my girl and I went to the ends, to have a night with my old friend
A few drinks in and he's leaning over, 'stick an electric fence around the cliffs of Dover'
My girlfriend shocked, spluttered an objection, And I just laughed hoping for a deflection
'Polish shops and the call to Prayer, soon won't be no English left round here'
Things had got weird, so I hit the bar quick, but she followed me up and said, 'get me away from this prick!'
I noticed next day all the posts had dropped, was then I realised I'd been blocked
Got a text about all the crap we spoke, and how I was now a brain dead woke
Which I'm not, well not a lot. But at least I'm not that, some EDL twat
who had once been such a lovely fella, So I shot back 'Free Nelson Mandela'
Guess by then the time for jokes had gone, got a 'fuck off libtard' and we were done
Voting for Etonians, picking on Estonians, moaning about the homeless from your council flat
Used follow you around, where you were I'd be found, how'd you end going down to this from that? Well?
My friend.
(My friend the fascist, still here, not gone)
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