Britain’s Got Talent
Tell you a little story let it sink in
From a broken down island where only the rich win
Racism and hatred is foaming at the mouth
From east to west and north to south
Get yourself elected if you wear a Union Jack
From our leaders and the dealers, and the genocide they back
Music venues closing down and tribute bands are all around
From autotune novelty acts with the same sound
Strong persuader, city trader, tax evader, Thatcher made us, nothing changes, cut your wages, miming pop star saviours, what say you?
Britain’s Got Talent
Simon says sweetie pie open up your gown
From scratch card desperation in boarded up towns
Prince Andrew misses Epstein his millionaire pimp
From GB News every fascist little gimp
The future turned septic, Farage is everywhere
From celebrities in the jungle to a parliamentary chair
X Factor comfort food is karaoke mugs
From Rule Britannia Tommy Robinson’s little thugs
Scapegoats , xenophobes , stop the boats , make us choke, riots smoke, wasted votes, I’m proud as woke , what say you?
Britain’s Got Talent
Poisoned thorn, misinformed, dinosaurs, vote Reform, for chloroform, truth ignored, civil war, what say you?
Britain’s Got Talent
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Sean Taylor