Mr. Politician we've had enough of this,
With your painted on smile your taking the piss.
With your hand held out it's the truth you miss,
Your manifesto?-Ignorance is bliss.
Gonna shut you down,
Gonna turn you 'round.
Gonna call your bluff,
'Cause we've had enough.
Police commissioner with your boys on the beat,
Gotta get these gypsy beggars off the street.
You say it's asylum that they seek,
Now Britain is a slum and the future looks bleak.
Mr. Editor with your duty to the truth,
Your roving reporters must see the proof.
But you get so much mileage blaming the youth
You sensationalize to send your rating through the roof.
NEWSFLASH, NEWSFLASH, here's the late news,
You've got yourself to blame for lighting the fuse.
An explosion or rage, hold the front page,
This disaffected youth is coming of age.
