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A Tory-Baiting, Les Mis influenced song for Bastille Day.
lyrics
Guillotines
I miss the thrill of DIY, I miss the whirring of my jigsaw,
Shelves and cab’nets are alright, But in these bleak, uncertain times,
I need to work on something that will help mankind,
And we’re blending from the start, the asymptotes of work & art,
Teak or pine is fine, with some sturdy nylon line, to bear the weight
Of blades that shine like glasses, hewn by hands of working classes
Just like anything that matters, the worthless words of financiers are fake
They’re pompous and they’re snooty,
Sacrifice us with impunity,
Stuff this herd’s immunity
They’re derelicts in duty, don’t you see?
We’re building guillotines today,
Something to remove these dense yet empty heads of state
“Save the economy,” they say,
Well we’ll use slightly shorter caskets,
As what rolled into the basket’s thrown away.
Your betters want your labour,
So step over former co-workers,
We’ll handle pay deductions,
The Mail might call you heroes if you die,
No need to thank us,
We’re bound to appease the bankers,
And if you perish
The remainder of your wage will do just fine
What d’you expect me to say?
An ever climbing number day by day,
They discredited the experts,
They twist the optics and statistics,
While I watch mothers sons and sisters, fade away,
And we’ll hold this line, another day
With the Dishrags and the bin-bags to keep the beast at bay
Thanks for all the clapping, by the way.
It’s all disposable these days,
Masks and gloves and humans, sad to say
You’re an expense and as such expendable,
They’ll invoice you for your funeral,
Such a shame you’re not dependable, like them,
Mind your Ps & Qs on PMQs
Cuz I’m just back from B&Q
Live from Ceaucescu’s Living room,
It’s karmic realignment just for you
Mussolini’s hanging’ round, 3 or 4 foot off the ground,
Gadaffi’s somewhat messy, but a cautionary tale for all to see,
Our politicians aren’t accountable,
They’ve hamstrung all our hospitals,
Was compassion so preposterous?
Countless generations, lost to us,
Big society? Don’t make me laugh.
Stop seig hailing at that cenotaph
Copy paste a million epitaphs,
“Sorry if you feel that you have died”
credits
released July 14, 2020
Matt Gerrard
Tom Turrican
Angela Wilson
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