And they're driving their Kevin paranoid
in their red sunset dreams
but they are confused because there's no
Kevin here of mainstream
and the landed labourers without freehold
hold their tools and scream
locked hate of the locker rooms simmers
their historical hate extreme
in comfort they get their Kevin to do as told
so our eunuchs feel supreme
the mob of half men cry frustrated red tears
its war and we fight as a team
we are going to do Kevin's head in and ****
him up to disesteem
lets watch our civilised clowns do vigilantes
pray laugh not at infantile regime
its psyche warfare of the deluded hooligans
in slipstreams to downstream
I know not the vacant Kevin they want paranoid
I was born respectable with self esteem
the businesses of Chavs Karens and Mr Angry from Ghetto Land
are generally not a feature within my scheme