They don't act up for the camera They just sit back and command them And collect and deflect and abandon They even wrote all the Ten Commandments They watched Jesus get nailed to the cross In real time and in their heads They watched Boudica fall to the Romans They watched Lennon as they shot him dead They watched Jackie pick up Kennedy's head They watched kids go to Epstein's bed They watched Hollywood whitewash remake movies Of napalm falling like water on rock They watched the atom bomb reduce two cities to dust And paint the whole narrative as totally just They fly drones above our heads That paint the ground black and red Children's eyes clasped in dread They all knew where it led Trade ties steeped in guile They knew the fall was coming all the while And they double down on misery The age old blatant mystery Subterfuge in synergy
Poor hate the poor Hate the poor Hate the poor Hate the poor
Poor hate the poor Hate the poor Hate the poor Hate the poor
It's a blame game It's a fame trap It's the martyrdom of the spoken It's the last breath of the awoken And the woke kids are just dickheads And the dickheads are all ages And everybody's pointing at somebody's sweetheart I'm a scumbag Making my peace with the internal drag Making my thesis on the faceless man He's got the whole world in his fucking hands
I don't have time for the very few They never had time for me and you I don't have time for the very few They never had time for me and you I don't have time for the very few They never have time for me and you I don't have time for the very few They never have time for me and you I don't have time for the very few They never have time for me and you
I'm not a fucking patriot anymore I'm not a fucking singer anymore I'm not a fucking liberal anymore I'm not a fucking anything or anyone I'm not a fucking anything or I'm not a fucking anything I'm not a fucking I'm not a I'm not Aye
Compositor: Samuel Thomas Fender (Sam Fender) ECAD: Obra #31627999 Fonograma #34649292