British Values by PaulHaworth&SamdeGroot published on 2015-05-05T11:22:53Z Start with a bang On about a gang from a land of inherited estates Abandoned values Stately pace Abandoned values Stately pace Have you seen the state of this police state Piety Religious hate Front-page arms trader Tank Who pays a bank Food bank Booze Binge drink Booze On the news a who’s-who of old bastards Getting away with it again And I’m supposed to give thanks Who to British values British beef British farmer’s daughter on Page 3 Phwoar Tits Goodbye teens Brits abroad You know what that means Deported Never been kissed Teacher teacher On thee our hopes we fix Teach us politics Knavish tricks A Trojan horse for all the hate preachers and oily garchs Mix and a pick of the lonely hearts Which is when the wife starts Integration Gone too far right To the rich Out of sight Out of mind Mine occupied by who to demonise Who has no rights No voice No power Who has no power Rise up Molest the dead Do you like me Nah, not interested Rise up Molest the dead Do you like me Nah, not interested Interest rates House prices By the look on your face we’re in a crisis Born and raised Like this crisis we’re front-page Correction Nothing kills an erection like stepping on a slug Barefoot Oh God And yes, Sir, I am in love In love with the mattress on the pavement Eviction notice That’s entertainment And if you don’t vote For us A plague of locust May sedition hush Late payment Tick toc Crush rebellious Scot Rebellious Scot Your God What gets you off Your sister’s knickers on my head Entertains a sordid guest Anyway up Meal for two Three kings to be Be OBE me Please Men should brothers be One family Not endowed by a Duke Can I be your Companion of Honour Gonna puke on a beans on toast Lads lads Let us raise a glass and make a toast You shagged my Sunday roast To British jobs and British growth Go east Start a war Distort peace Ambassador to the very best of the British defence industry We could leave you be Cold and hungry Available to hire Put a money in a bullet It’s all friendly fire Hiya We beat a team Up to no good Have you seen a Unruly mob I need a cleaner With a bucket and a mop Up at the scene of Unnatural love Love your father homeless Impaled on spikes Your days and nights of pagan sacrifice You’re all benefit scum and parasites Unlucky for some I’m not racist but I’m not racist but When you say this You’re definitely are racist That’s not great In this age Daily hate is a trait of the male Mating Baiting Procreating White British babies Baking Victoria sponge Are you taking the piss You’ve got to be fucking kidding me There is no more boring cake than this — Track 3 of ILLEGAL EMOTIONS www.illegal-emotions.xxx Genre British
