Flies In Their Eyes

Peer forward, see the future

Whitehall minion, persecutor

Dividing line, ever wider

Hunger, hatred

Provider

Know your place Sir, drink your beer

Beat your wife, live in fear

Sink estates, turn to rot

While the pigs, gorge at the trough

Live to work, work to breathe

Tomorrow’s slave, a known disease

Rule Britannia, that rotten corpse.

Flies in their eyes

Pretence shattered, civil war

Break the spirit, divide the core

Suck like leeches, bloat the fat

Jack Boot cancer, human rat

Albion, land of waste

Burnt out dreams, forgotten face

See the many, live like dogs

See the few, live like Gods

Live to work, work to breathe

Tomorrow’s slave, a known disease

Rule Britannia, that rotten corpse.

Flies in their eyes