Great Old Britain, What A Joke,
Made Our Wealth Off Of Black People's Backs,
Whips & Lashes, Tongue Tastes Of Ashes.

Ever After War,
We Use Them For More,
While Giving Them Less,
But Ulcers & Stress.

"We Will Deport Their Children." Now That Is An Insult!
Home Office From May To Rudd,
Hostile Environment Now That Is Pure Mud.

They Are Us & We Are Them, They're Are British You're Just Phlegm.

Politicians Just Make Me Spew,
You May Not Care!
But What If That's You?
What If That Mum,
What If That's Gran, I'd Set The Country Alight & Watch As They Ran!

I'd Turn The Streets Into Rage,
We'll Write A New Page,
Begin A New Age,
We'll Set A New Stage.

Wealthy White Corpses,
Buried In Orchards,
Peace Out Of Turmoil,
Released From This Coil.