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Barefooted teenager Sliding D&G; watches Into a bag filled with Addidas shoes. It's bonfire night in the cities Of England. Come out, children, To the heart of the city and Bleed it dry. Betray your hunger, The greed that consumes you And the indifference bred into Your marrow. Bred by despair and shiny Baubles in window displays And worn by all those Stars in those glossy mags. It's a consumer's world; it's about Instant gratification, not hard work - Even if work could be found. But why work if you can steal? Bonfire night. Like when we burn that Guy. Fawkes? He tried to destroy Parliament But teenage angst and thugs could do in a few nights What his barrels of gunpowder couldn't. Alcohol and **** to last a Short lifetime. Shopkeepers in the way Should know better; You can't fight Irrationality. It has no conscience. ****** loot, burn like in those Movies about war, Grand Theft Auto, And a million other games. Just keep Moving so you never have to actually think. But just in case, let's blame someone else: Let's blame race, the Met, politicians, The schools, the economy, parents -   Society. Burn, London. Burn, Birmingham, Burn, Manchester, Burn Liverpool. Burn, Gloucester. Burn, burn, burn, But let tomorrow be just another day. Bonfire night. Every night. Till they put out the fires, Tend the wounded and Bury the dead.
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Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 5:55 PM UTC
England is Burning: Bonfire Night
Barefooted teenager Sliding D&G; watches Into a bag filled with Addidas shoes. It's bonfire night in the cities Of England. Come out, children, To the heart of the city and Bleed it dry. Betray your hunger, The greed that consumes you And the indifference bred into Your marrow. Bred by despair and shiny Baubles in window displays And worn by all those Stars in those glossy mags. It's a consumer's world; it's about Instant gratification, not hard work - Even if work could be found. But why work if you can steal? Bonfire night. Like when we burn that Guy. Fawkes? He tried to destroy Parliament But teenage angst and thugs could do in a few nights What his barrels of gunpowder couldn't. Alcohol and **** to last a Short lifetime. Shopkeepers in the way Should know better; You can't fight Irrationality. It has no conscience. ****** loot, burn like in those Movies about war, Grand Theft Auto, And a million other games. Just keep Moving so you never have to actually think. But just in case, let's blame someone else: Let's blame race, the Met, politicians, The schools, the economy, parents -   Society. Burn, London. Burn, Birmingham, Burn, Manchester, Burn Liverpool. Burn, Gloucester. Burn, burn, burn, But let tomorrow be just another day. Bonfire night. Every night. Till they put out the fires, Tend the wounded and Bury the dead.
cinnam-muscat
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Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 5:55 PM UTC
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