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Future Dog End
01:22
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And in the death,
as the alt right corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare,
the shutters lifted in inches in Bute House
high on Charlotte Square.
And red, mutant eyes gazed down on Embra City.
No more big wheels.
New Labour fleas the size of rats sucked on neoliberal rats the size of cats
And ten thousand populists split into small tribes
Coveting the highest of the sterile statues
Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Harvey Nichols
Ripping and rewrapping illegally hunted fox, now legwarmers
Family badge of post-truth and cracked brexit
Any day now
The Return of the living dead
"This ain't Rottenrow
This is Jenners. Hide!"
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Hello old bean
How is the master?
We're having a frightfully posh soiree
It's Halloween, we're having pasta
Shaped like Tony and Cherie
We've got Jim Murphy and George Osborne
But not Theresa May or Jez
It's a reunion of the forlorn
The return of the living dead
The Heretics have taken over the gazebo
Lucinda is being stalked by a paedo
The Satanists are rummaging in the wine cellar
Our kitchen utensils are being rubbed by Uri Geller
The tennis court has been grafitted
With a huge drawing of a phallus
Tarquin admits he is defeated
And a little jealous
The gargoyles on the west wing turrets
Are not as frightening as our guests
Some have extensions on their mullets
And half their lunch on their string vests
The Heretics have taken over the gazebo
Lucinda is being stalked by a paedo
The Satanists are rummaging in the wine cellar
Our kitchen utensils are being rubbed by Uri Geller
Take away the SNP
They're bad, bad, bad, bad, bad you see
We're riding in on a wave of sick
One horse short of the apocalypse
Who is that staggering round the pagoda?
Who the hell invited Kezia and Jola?
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Here we come, flirting with the Sun
We get the funniest looks from Nicola Sturgeon
We're Tony Blair's monkeys
McTernan and Murphy
A kind of nightmare version
Of Rod, Jane and Freddy
We're not really friendly
We're pulling up in our hearse
You thought Trump was scary
We are fucking worse
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I live in the Houses of Parliament
I like prostitutes and Charlie and
I am the Lizard of Osborne
The Lizard of Osborne
Hissing from my lair in the south
With a silver spoon in my mouth
I am the Lizard of Osborne
The Lizard of Osborne
Oh Gideon, Gideon, Gideon, Gideon, Gideon, Gideon
Giddy on ching
Lord Sewel's got nothing on me
I am the king of austerity
I am the Lizard of Osborne
The Lizard of Osborne
Hatched from a Faberge egg
I am the chancer of the ex check
I am the Lizard of Osborne
The Lizard of Osborne
Oh Gideon, Gideon, Gideon, Gideon, Gideon, Gideon
Giddy on ching
Gideon, bang yer gums
Gideon
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Creepy Jim, creepy Jim
Stands on a crate pontificating
Evil crow from the Brothers Grimm
Face like a horse
Can we reign him in?
SLAB!
Creepy Jim, creepy Jim
Tells us lies, he thinks we're dim
Lots of expenses for him to skim
Envies sexy socialism
SLAB!
Gordon Brown, Gordon Brown
His crocodile smile is just a frown
Sold out the Scots for an ermine gown
Reset! Reset!
Vow! Vow! Vow!
SLAB!
Scottish Labour, Scottish Labour
Lied to do Tories a favour
Smith Commish, Smith Commish
All the powers were a streak o pish
SLAB!
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Damaged Red Goods
01:09
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George Osborne Stance
02:49
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Gideon Ding Dong
01:38
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Tony & The Hand Jive
01:35
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I Gotta Abstain
01:36
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Campbell's Sauce
02:46
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