Ode to Britannia (Live at New Century Hall)

Let's fucking scream this next one, yeah?

So what are ya?
Right-wing shitface
Always so concerned with race
Smarter than the others, knows it
So what are ya, then, are ya?
Left-leaning, just a bit, you what?
(Dirty fucking communist!)

Get real, it's never worked
You know that you're gonna outgrow it
Central, nuanced
Not clouded with influence
Educated, indecisive
Bystander, left, right

Far-right, far-left
Nurtured in the same nest
Both fucking meet in the middle
Karl Marx, Keynes, Smith
Couldn't ever say shit
Instinct: Tory, heart: Labour, head: Liberal

I take my land, I made my land, and I'm sure
There's nothing Great about Britain any more

If you're so good at fucking learning
When you learn about your past
Find we haven't quite escaped the immortality
Of the ruling class
I'm sure that you're bored
And when you are so
Tell me, where does your mind go?

Energy companies profit in crisis
Medical companies profit in crisis
Reckon your government profits in crisis?
Is it so easy to profit in crisis?
I took a look at your history
Many a book, many a century
Murder and killing
More murder conspiracy
Year, by year, by year
Nothing is different

So backwards, how you gonna sort it?
Run away then you come back crawling
Make a plan then you're the tyrant
You had freedom, somebody bought it
I swore that I would set out to do something
I came back with nothing
No, I could do nothing
There's nothing much good and that is fine
I don't fucking care what it used to be like

Take my land, I made my land, and I'm sure
There's nothing Great about Britain any more
I take my land, I'm sure
There's nothing Great about Britain

When words against the system are dismissed as complaints
Complaint has no value
Words have no place
Regenerate your leaders with a copy and paste
Don't argue that it trickles down
Say it to their face
When privilege determines potential, who are you?
Most politicians went to the same three schools

Money, drugs, and Hollywood
The idea o' maybe you could
Move away and start anew
People would ever help you
I care a lot, that's all I've got
I wouldn't let my people rot
Hope

Smart blokes on the news
Ten ways the world fucking lies to you
When every complaint is rejected as anarchic
Every word against the system gets your blood fucking pumping
Complaints will forever be ineffective
And words mean nothing any more