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Yard Act

Dead Horse

 

Dead Horse

(альбом: The Overload - 2022)


The last bastion of hope
This once great nation has left is its humour
So be it, through continued mockery
This crackpot country half full of cunts

Will finally have the last laugh
When dragged underwater
By the weight of the tumour
It formed when it fell for the fear mongering
Of the national front's new hairdo

So then what becomes of the inhabitants
Of this once unstoppable isle
When all of its exports are no longer in style?
Are you seriously still tryna kid me
That our culture will be just fine
When all that's left is nob heads morris dancing
To sham sixty-nine?

Gob on the ragman and rally 'round the maypole
Hijack the sound and stake your claim to it
Every card played is a statement made
And there's always a new a scapegoat to blame for it

England, my heart bleeds
Why'd you abandon me?
Yes, I abandoned you too, but we both know
I wasn't the one lied to
And I'm not scared of people
Who don't look like me, unlike you

So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realise it has already sentenced
Itself completely to death

The last bastion of hope
This once great nation had left was good music
But we didn't nurture it, instead choosing to ignore it
Yes, we've been trapped by the same crowd that don't like it
Unless they've heard it before
Leaving me stuck flogging my progressive dead horse
South of the border to the

So-so and so's and through and throughs and this and that's
I'm buttered breads and proud of it
Who's values flit whenever it fucking suits them
And we're supposed to let it slide
Because the press have normalised
The idea that racism is something we should humour

Yeah, the last bastion of hope this once great nation has left is to converse
In a manner that will pacify, divide, and unite the room
But no one's talking and rational thought has been forced into submission
By the medium through which all our information is now consumed
Yes, fake news
Yes, fake news, mate

So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realise it has already sentenced
Itself completely to death

So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realise it has already sentenced
Itself completely to death

So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realise it has already sentenced
Itself completely to death

So bold

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