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Sound the alarm this is a call to arms
Well, it would be if I could be fucked
Working all week on three hours sleep
And now I can barely stand up
I read the news today oh boy, oh fucking hell
Just give me valiums1 and a padded cell
The house is on fire and I’m burning with rage
Can’t find the time when the war that they wage
Is take and it’s take and it’s take and it’s take
First came the splinters, now comes the break
So don’t sound the alarms
This ain’t no call to arms
I just need Netflix today
Give me my chair and AAA
I saw the news today oh boy, oh fucking hell
This noise so deafening
Drowning out the bells
Stuck in our bubble
We’re trapped in our heads
No point in running when your feet turn to lead
Everything’s fucked
What can we do?
The vice grip of life has got to us too
So don’t sound the alarms
This ain’t no call to arms
I’ve got no strength to disobey
Just need my bed and AAA
Armchair activism
Stuck in this prison
AAA
Armchair activism
Stuck in this prison
Armchair activism
Failed this mission
I need AAA
Give me AAA
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The Last Supper
02:12
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I’ve been vegan
About five hungry years
I did it for the rabbits
The good of the planet
And my climate catastrophe fears
But when I’m dying
When the doctor reads my rites
When I cough my last splutter
When I eat my last supper
This is my final night:
Jeremy Clarkson’s gammon face
Pan fried and tied with ribbons and lace
Putin’s balls, soft in the middle
Carved with a knife and charred on a griddle
Dandelion and Murdoch my tipple of choice
Drinking his blood, tastebuds rejoice
Piers Morgan’s voice box battered
Katie Hopkins served on a platter
I’ve been vegan
Five self righteous years
But when I’m gonna croak it
Time to revoke it
Fuck all my punk peers
Farage faux gras sautéed in oil
Andrew Tate’s biceps just off the boil
Bono I’m going caniballistic
Oven his brain cos he’s so egotistic
End of life care from the new Jeffrey Dahmer
Serving celebs with a sprinkle of karma
Chocolate and liver
Brain juice and butter
I’m going all in
LAST SUPPER
Broken bones
And Toblerones
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Cop Fetish
01:32
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3. COP FETISH
I’ve got a cop fetish
Feeling coquettish
Lock me up
I’ve got a cop fetish
I want an arrest
Assistance request for P.C Molest
Sedition
I’m under suspicion
Lock me up
My condition
Here’s my admission
I need the taser
I need submission
Push Eddie in the water
Go off on a minor slaughter
Stop paying my licence fee
Chain myself to the nearest tree
I’ll go full illicit
Can’t wait for my next cop visit
I can’t fucking wait
Fixation
On police dictation
Write me up
I’ve got a fixation
On cop penetration
Want to get fucked
Down at the station
Delusion
Slight cop confusion
Help me out
My delusion
Is my cop collusion
Thinking they help is a fucking illusion
Cop Fetish
Come on
Get your notebooks out for the lads
Come on
Show us your badge
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I Do My Own Research
02:02
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4. “I Do My Own Research”
Show me on the doll where the David Icked you
Show me on your mast where the 5G licked you
Show me
Tell me
I’ve got to know how it feels
Well I’d fight you mate but you’re six foot eight
And my left hook won’t melt steel
Show me on your arm where Bill Gates chipped you
Show me on your face where Corbyn bricked you
Show me
Tell me
I’ve got to know how it feels
Well I’d fight you mate but you’re six foot eight
And my left hook won’t melt steel
When suspicion of science leads to hatred and violence
When misplaced defiance leads to deadly alliance
When misinformation causes confusion
When statewide stagnation compounds the illusion
Show me
Show me on the doll
Show me on the doll where the David Icked you
Show me on your page where QAnon liked you
Show me
Tell me
I’ve got to know how it feels
Well I’d fight you mate but you’re six foot eight
And my left hook won’t melt steel
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Mr. Slam
03:18
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Let’s go
Don’t need opportunity
Windmills in the face of adversity
Before I join this slamming community
Need a name for the hard man fraternity
Got spin kicks
Big tricks
Pure sick backflips
I’m on the Jean-Claude Van Damme kick box plan
You know who I am?
I’m Mr. Slam
This gig’s full of hockey vests and Monster drinks
More drips than my kitchen sink
Won’t see me coming with my brand new moves
Check out my two-step I got something to prove
All elbows
Big blows
Bust nose
Too slow
I’m a ram bam batter ram Macho Man
You know who I am?
I’m Mr. Slam
I’m gonna open this pit up like a tin of beans motherfuckers
You better be scared
You best start running
All you pretenders please step away from the pit
Cos now you know who I am
I’m Mr. Slam
That’s Mr. Fucking Slam to you motherfucker
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6. I Spotify (With My Little Eye)
I spy
I spy with my little eye
It’s green
Clean
Flawlessly works on every fucking machine
It’s quick
Slick
And obviously ran by a fucking prick
Cos this month we only got 25 pence
You spunked all the profits on missile defence
When it’s done right, music’s the weapon
That doesn’t mean sell them you absolute weapon
I spy
I spy with my little eye
All of these bands trying to Ek out a living
Picking out scraps you’re reluctantly giving
Ivory throne
Ivory tower
You’re taking the money
And you’re taking the power
I spy
I Spotify with my little eye something beginning with ‘C’
Cash
I Spotify with my little eye something beginning with ’S’
Stash
I Spotify with my little eye Joe Rogan spouting his shit
Prick
I Spotify with my little eye Pizzatramp on your punk playlist
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You missed Billy Elliot
And it shows
Telltale sign is your crossing the line
Benny Bootlick Brownnose
There’s no unity
And it shows
Counting your money
Smells fucking funny
Through your bootlick brown nose
Dance
Dance
Dance
Scab
Scab
Scab
Dance, cross the line
Dance, right on time
Don’t grasp people power
And it shows
Make your excuses
Everyone loses
This distance grows
Dance
Dance
Dance
Scab
Scab
Scab
Corkscrew souls
Waterlogged brains
History repeats again and again
Corkscrew souls
Waterlogged brains
History repeats all over again
You’re just a fucking scab
We’re all fucking scabs
Battered
Kicked
Bloodied
Picked
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What Fresh Hell Is This?
02:02
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Passat’s on the blink
Problem pump is what they think
Charging cable’s bust
Nearly new and now it’s dust
Kitchen fucking tap
Dripping every time I nap
T.V’s on the buffer
Wifi’s want it’s me that suffers
What hell is this?
What fresh hell is this?
What hell is this?
What hell?
Broken bathroom light
Pissy feet for one more night
Eczema on the rise
Gloopy pus around both eyes
Heating’s staying off
Coats and blankets
Three week cough
Clicking in my knee
Four year wait or four grand fee
What hell is this?
What fresh hell is this?
What hell is this?
What hell?
It’s not the calamities in life
That push you to the edge
It’s single use passcodes
And now I’m on the ledge
What hell is this?
What fucking hell is this?
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Flagshaggers United
02:14
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“This just in, news of another sinking boat in the channel. We’ve got Chris on the coastline, you there Chris?”
“Yeah, thanks Jeff. I can see bodies and debris everywhere, there’s no coordination whatsoever. The coastguard are pushing into the water to assist, whilst the Flagshaggers line the bank just screaming to send them back! Let ‘em drown! British Pride: 1, Dying Families: Nil”
It’s my opinion
Don’t have to like it
Cos I’m a first team pick
I play for Flagshaggers United
When it comes to Humanism I’m on the offence
When it comes to Nationalism, I’m all out defence
“Unbelievable scenes here Jeff! I’m at Balmoral, and Brenda is toast! Dead! I’m standing with Bruce from Bolton, bare chested, tattoos, tears in his eyes! Livid at the lack of respect the left wing are showing in the game! It’s all over for British Pride”
It’s my opinion
Don’t have to like it
Yeah, you’re a first class prick
You play for Flagshaggers United
When it comes to decency
You’re on the offence
When it coms to the monarchy
It’s all out defence
I pledge allegiance to the Union Jack
Drenched in pain and blood
I pledge allegiance to this little rock
To the rain and the mud
I pledge allegiance to these fucking pricks
Living in luxury out in the sticks
I pledge allegiance to this fucking lie
Built on bullshit and national pride
It’s my opinion
Don’t have to like it
Cos I’m a first team pick
I play for Flagshaggers United
It’s my opinion
Don’t have to like it
You know who I play for?
I play for Flagshaggers F.C
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We knocked the door
Won’t be forgiven
New lifestyle, choices, new religion
Shit Tsunami
Seismic tide
Jeff with the spoon
Open up wide
Deadly lies
A.I eyes
Mattress full of money as the country dies
Busted crowns
Sandy ground
Hope I’m still around to see it crash down
This house
This house that Jeff built
This house
This fucking house
How can you trust a shell in a suit?
Looks like a robot
Sounds like one too
Owns half the world
And most of the net
Fuck all the peasants
Mars is up next
Deadly lies
A.I eyes
Mattress full of money as the country dies
Cheese in the trap
You know we’re the mouse
Pitfalls and danger all over this house
This house
This house that Jeff built
This house
This fucking house
Jeff?
Jeff?
Jeff?
Death
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Skeletons
02:52
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In the closets of the Tories
That’s where you’ll find the bodies
Cleanup on aisle 10
Slimy motherfuckers spilling sleaze again
Filling their pockets with cayman deposits
Signing death warrants to maximise profits
Smoke begins to clear and thousands lay dead
They start the “What about the other bastards instead?”
Don’t listen to the stories
It isn’t in the books
If it’s evidence you need then I’ll tell you where to look
Just ask the Tories
That’s where you’ll find the bodies
In the closets of the Tories
That’s where you’ll find the bodies
When the people of Pompeii felt the tremors
They were oblivious Vesuvius was taking care of business
Unstoppable force moving ever closer
Flashes in the night
A fucking supernova
Here’s the Eton mess crawling out the darkness
Humanity has left and the vultures pick the carcass
Don’t listen to the stories
It isn’t in the books
If it’s evidence you need then I’ll tell you where to look
Just ask the Tories
That’s where you’ll find the money
In the pockets of the Tories
That’s where you’ll find the money
That’s where you’ll find the low tax, the wall cracks, the dead cats in rucksacks
The long night, the hand sleight, the full beaming gaslight
The food drought, the stock doubt, the media blackout
Evasion, abrasion, disassociation
That’s where you’ll find the bodies
In the closets of the Tories
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Cryptocurrency mining is currently culpable for energy consumption comparable with that of entire countries, quite contemptible. That’s roughly the equivalent of 46 coal fired power plants (according to the internet). Something needs to be done, and someone needs to take these miners down.
You got a derelict building, who you gonna call?
Fred Dibnah
You got a spoon that needs bending, who you gonna call?
Uri Gellar
You got an issue with ghosts, who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters
You got a problem with miners, who you gonna call?
Margaret fucking Thatcher
Serious problems need serious solutions
Serious villains need cause for absolution
Why did we send Bruce Willis into space?
Could have sent Hans Gruber in his place
Bring back Thatcher
The Miner Masher
Bring back Thatcher
The Smiling Slasher
Bring back Margaret Thatcher
The Crypto Crasher
Bring back Thatcher
The Bitcoin Basher
They dug up the body of England’s pride and glory
It was dust and bones
But that didn’t matter because when she was living it was dust and bones
They told her the story, and then the Iron Zombie said “pass the phone”
“Call in the pigs, crack some fucking crypto ribs and protect our home”
Bring back Thatcher
The Miner Masher
Bring back Thatcher
The Smiling Slasher
Bring back Margaret Thatcher
The Crypto Crasher
Bring back Thatcher
The Bitcoin Basher
Bring back Margaret Thatcher
Bring her back
Disclaimer:
We don’t really want to bring back Thatcher
But I think you probably know that, don’t ya?
Just a thought sometimes in private
That her actions probably helped the climate
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13. |
Zombie Have Feelings Too
02:33
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this is meant to be a secret track fuck off internet
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Pizzatramp Wales, UK
Horrible old skool three chord three piece skate punk thrash band straight off the mean streets of South Wales UK
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