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I used to think that fascists,
Always came in army clothes.
And marching down the boulevard,
Neat moustache ‘neath their nose.
But when they came to Murca,
They wore a baseball cap.
They didn’t goosestep Bristol fashion,
They whooped and cheered and clapped.
Always came in army clothes.
And marching down the boulevard,
Neat moustache ‘neath their nose.
But when they came to Murca,
They wore a baseball cap.
They didn’t goosestep Bristol fashion,
They whooped and cheered and clapped.
They hid behind the Orange Man,
Who called for Law and Order.
They hid their concentration camps,
In plain sight at the border.
He didn’t use the radio,
To give his racist speech.
Instead, he spouted all his bile,
From the toilet, tweet by tweet.
Who called for Law and Order.
They hid their concentration camps,
In plain sight at the border.
He didn’t use the radio,
To give his racist speech.
Instead, he spouted all his bile,
From the toilet, tweet by tweet.
But the MAGA Masses heard him,
And they lit their Tiki Torches.
“You Will Not Replace US.”
Rang the Neo-Nazi chorus.
He built a Strong Man image,
This Tangerined Tycoon.
And though he promised “Great Again,”
It was always “Coming Soon.”
And they lit their Tiki Torches.
“You Will Not Replace US.”
Rang the Neo-Nazi chorus.
He built a Strong Man image,
This Tangerined Tycoon.
And though he promised “Great Again,”
It was always “Coming Soon.”
He locked up kids in cages,
Nobody bat an eye.
He got in bed with foreign powers,
Told Proud Boys to stand by.
To his baseball-capped supporters,
Truth and lies were all the same.
He unleashed their anger outwards at,
LGBT and BAME.
Nobody bat an eye.
He got in bed with foreign powers,
Told Proud Boys to stand by.
To his baseball-capped supporters,
Truth and lies were all the same.
He unleashed their anger outwards at,
LGBT and BAME.
Again they hid the hatred,
Behind a kinder patter.
How could they be a racist mob,
When they said that “All Lives Matter?”
But that was how they took control,
Promise all, but not deliver.
Make money, merch, and milk ‘em dry,
And turn them on each other.
Behind a kinder patter.
How could they be a racist mob,
When they said that “All Lives Matter?”
But that was how they took control,
Promise all, but not deliver.
Make money, merch, and milk ‘em dry,
And turn them on each other.
I used to think that fascists,
Always came in army clothes.
And marching down the boulevard,
Neat moustache ‘neath their nose.
But when they came to Ingerlund,
They were clad in suit and tie.
And waged war on the immigrant,
With a pint glass and pork pie.
Always came in army clothes.
And marching down the boulevard,
Neat moustache ‘neath their nose.
But when they came to Ingerlund,
They were clad in suit and tie.
And waged war on the immigrant,
With a pint glass and pork pie.
They hid behind the Jester,
Waving flags from carabiners.
He hid behind his middle name,
And scruffy haired demeanour.
He didn’t wave a Swastika,
Screaming in a microphone.
He bundled up his bigotry,
In a bumbling Eton tone.
Waving flags from carabiners.
He hid behind his middle name,
And scruffy haired demeanour.
He didn’t wave a Swastika,
Screaming in a microphone.
He bundled up his bigotry,
In a bumbling Eton tone.
But the Skinheads heard him all the same,
Saying “He is One of Us.”
They believed that “Brexit” was the answer,
They’d read it on a bus.
He cast himself as Saviour:
He was the only one.
So give him all the power,
And he’d get Brexit Done.
Saying “He is One of Us.”
They believed that “Brexit” was the answer,
They’d read it on a bus.
He cast himself as Saviour:
He was the only one.
So give him all the power,
And he’d get Brexit Done.
With an affable smile,
He demonised the Left.
Set the North against the South,
Those he fleeced against the rest.
He labelled lawyers liberals,
When they held him to account.
He said he’d smash up Human Rights,
His followers fell about.
He demonised the Left.
Set the North against the South,
Those he fleeced against the rest.
He labelled lawyers liberals,
When they held him to account.
He said he’d smash up Human Rights,
His followers fell about.
He could tell them right was wrong,
That truth and lie were one.
They would cast their ire at anything,
With “EU” at the front.
So that was how they took control,
Fanning flames of “Culture War.”
Then handing off tax cash to friends,
Backhanders by backdoor.
That truth and lie were one.
They would cast their ire at anything,
With “EU” at the front.
So that was how they took control,
Fanning flames of “Culture War.”
Then handing off tax cash to friends,
Backhanders by backdoor.
But the two men only knew how,
To fix problems that weren’t there.
A phony war on Fake News,
Or migrant invasion scare.
When real crises hit,
These cardboard cut-outs folded.
Floods and riots and recession,
A virus name of Covid.
To fix problems that weren’t there.
A phony war on Fake News,
Or migrant invasion scare.
When real crises hit,
These cardboard cut-outs folded.
Floods and riots and recession,
A virus name of Covid.
Because pandemics aren’t crowd-pleasing,
They said there’s nothing here.
Don’t listen to the doom and gloom,
It’s all just Project Fear.
They said relax, don’t worry,
They legitimised complacence.
They said they didn’t need a mask,
They shook hands with the patients.
They said there’s nothing here.
Don’t listen to the doom and gloom,
It’s all just Project Fear.
They said relax, don’t worry,
They legitimised complacence.
They said they didn’t need a mask,
They shook hands with the patients.
And so with no surprise to us,
The morons got the plague.
Again they said there’s nothing wrong,
Again it was downplayed.
The Strawberry Blonde Embarrassment,
Said by Christmas it would leave.
The Apricot ripped off his mask,
Then winced while trying to breathe.
The morons got the plague.
Again they said there’s nothing wrong,
Again it was downplayed.
The Strawberry Blonde Embarrassment,
Said by Christmas it would leave.
The Apricot ripped off his mask,
Then winced while trying to breathe.
They didn’t come in uniform,
They wore ties of blue and red.
They couldn’t let the mask slip,
So they tore it off instead.
Anything to please the crowd,
To keep the masses cheering.
Couldn’t risk them looking weak,
‘fore they’d finished Buccaneering.
They wore ties of blue and red.
They couldn’t let the mask slip,
So they tore it off instead.
Anything to please the crowd,
To keep the masses cheering.
Couldn’t risk them looking weak,
‘fore they’d finished Buccaneering.
And the Strongman farce kept working,
Nobody left the cause.
They stood beside their Orange Don,
And de Pfeffel, breaking laws.
An 80 seat majority,
A Supreme Court 6-3 split.
A raving mob of lunatics,
Who never could admit,
Nobody left the cause.
They stood beside their Orange Don,
And de Pfeffel, breaking laws.
An 80 seat majority,
A Supreme Court 6-3 split.
A raving mob of lunatics,
Who never could admit,
That they had let in fascists,
And authoritarian regimes.
They’d not seen past the comical,
And they drowned out all the screams.
You couldn’t see the cages,
You could ignore the Windrush too.
Yes, they put Britain/Murca first,
But that’s what leaders do.
And authoritarian regimes.
They’d not seen past the comical,
And they drowned out all the screams.
You couldn’t see the cages,
You could ignore the Windrush too.
Yes, they put Britain/Murca first,
But that’s what leaders do.
Yes, they say they’ll break the law,
But they’re breaking it for us.
It’s only others, different colours,
They throw beneath the bus.
“It’s Trump,” they cry “I’d die for him.”
“You know what Boris is like…”
“He’s not perfect, no, but he’s for me.”
“He’s hardly the Third Reich.”
But they’re breaking it for us.
It’s only others, different colours,
They throw beneath the bus.
“It’s Trump,” they cry “I’d die for him.”
“You know what Boris is like…”
“He’s not perfect, no, but he’s for me.”
“He’s hardly the Third Reich.”
“If you have to call them fascists,
The debate is over fast.”
That line of thinking’s well and good,
But gives the real fascists a pass.
The fact is that they’re here and now,
Dressed like a clown and klutz.
Making changes, making ground:
Fascism by a thousand cuts.
The debate is over fast.”
That line of thinking’s well and good,
But gives the real fascists a pass.
The fact is that they’re here and now,
Dressed like a clown and klutz.
Making changes, making ground:
Fascism by a thousand cuts.
I used to think that fascists,
Always came in army clothes.
And marching down the boulevard,
Neat moustache ‘neath their nose.
But when fascism did march again,
It came as a cartoon:
A Mango Mussolini,
And a Strawberry Blonde Buffoon.
Always came in army clothes.
And marching down the boulevard,
Neat moustache ‘neath their nose.
But when fascism did march again,
It came as a cartoon:
A Mango Mussolini,
And a Strawberry Blonde Buffoon.
One day, I hope, we’ll boot them out,
By uniting all together.
Truly make America great again,
And build back Britain better.
By uniting all together.
Truly make America great again,
And build back Britain better.
