"Don't take all day" this guillotine shouted Face all grey like nicotine cloud is Hurt they Duterte, Philippine Maoists 'llowed it Now his limousine's cowshit Killing sprees mounted when militaries founded A Constant-nope since Byzantines sprouted Comrades stomp like millipedes crowded No-platform, we disagree loudest ...these vivid scenes grounded In a recounted victory doubted Blown up to smithereens now it's Sisyphean outlets Mr Bean outfits British be proudest when inner-peace flouted Dinner-speech touting the Middle East pounded Dealing with the Devil got your liberties Fausted "Leave em all beheaded"'s what the guillotine shouted Outed and surrounded again Till some brick-outhouse roundhouse em again Pavlov's House in the ends till the end Fash got routed again and again Man want clout for the tens that he spends Comrades torch landlords' Benz in the ends Set them trends, transcending the ends These gentry get them cleansed from the ends, and then Purges and murder abound while the workers surround Your posh townhouse found burnt to the ground Hurting your pounds, ya revert to the dirt All you heard is the sound, of Mic-checka Cheka I be Felix Dzerzhinsky Might pen it better I ain't feeling your thinkpiece Hypemen are getting them to feel it succinctly Try mess a Fed up never leaving it pristine [Chorus] This be the red flag flown over Red Square Left-on-read Feds known for the Red Scare Guess they're there with the dead stare Hammock and sickle or a deckchair, heck yeah The Workers State of Mind (Yuri) Reversing space and time The Workers State of Mind The Workers State! They do that coup for Bolivian lithium Kulak crews, we'll imprison a million Who lacks food will inherit a meal off em Gulags grew and the richest are filling em New Jack moves like we're sticking and shivving em Soon can't move from the stitches we're giving em Whose fam grew from the riches of bigotry Cliftonite wizardry, whippings and misery? The richest who live in the city of Bristol implicitly Emphatically Your family literally living off travesty Makhno mistake that the plan'll be anarchy Blackest of flags hanging out of the faculty That'll be Kronstadt mentality, actually And all the Trots that we banned with no amnesty Call us "degenerates"? That'll be fascist-speak Labour are socialists? That is a fantasy Vain and emotionless Mandelson-hackery Taking a vote at the back of the factory Aim to unload with the chavviest cavalry The DOTP Of the CCCP Seen me on CCTV KGB on the M-I-C, I'm Mic-checka Cheka, I be Felix Dzerzhinsky Might pen it better I ain't feeling your thinkpiece Hypemen are getting them to feel it succinctly Try mess a Fed up never leaving it pristine United Front, the Workers State No spineless cunts, invertebrates In time we'll cut the murder rate (not quite yet but worth the wait) Worth its weight in gold n that too Streets of Rage we'll Golden Axe you Goldmann Sachs you, holds n smacks you Pulled you down like Colston statue Get em off the deepend, never wanna see em Getting high n reddest eyes at Lenin Mausoleum Always got a W but never got a BM Charlie messaged me with sicker beats up in the DM CM like Punk, Terry Funk when I flow CN for drunk, sweaty cunts on the show PM's like Trump, petty cunt on the blow See em get jumped, then he run for the Po See em all cracked like a faultline, the fault mine See em break backs at the saltmine Give me that passcode, that whole vault mine Leninists reminisce back to the old times But please believe me, nothing but heebie-jeebies for CPGBs So get right back with your Fed-type chat You're bereft on the left not a Red Fightback Brexit-types screaming "next flight back!", but we blocked all the vans and the planes that deport em Liberal pricks couldn't give two shits, cos the fash they came with grace and decorum Hate and abhor em, I'm Felix Dzerzhinsky Late from the boredom n feeling ya jinxed me Taking your Jordans and fiending a Tyskie Making a fort at the feet of the grizzly

I was studying in school, under Section 28 Closeted bisexual, who could never get a break Now we celebrate, when our mates getting HRT, party Gofundmes, top surgeries Too damn sore, now they're leaving the binders Too damn forward, I deleted the Grindr TERFs just chat about peen or vagina Some of us coming up, either or neither When we do it genderfluid, peep the reminder LGBT means the uniters Go all Stonewall, chiefly at Tridents See these police chiefs seeking out violence Like they wanna get gory again White gays getting all Tory again But this fag more spiteful, the rap George Michael They try go Milo, is that your idol? [Chorus] L G B T L G B T Keep on moving on And struggling Again Not dispersing the tension, a worse intervention Than TERFs in your mentions Their far-right funding hurts their pretension, what bigots More hate crimes than hot dinners Whose kids love them, not Glinner's But the queers got each other, here for another Hear the cheer of our peers, never fear of "The Other" Cos gays get deported Homophobia is British-made and exported They/them since way back when But I knew no words to explain back then Seems this bigotry's state-backed then Conversion therapy ain't banned yet A man's world! A man's world! Wouldn't be shit without trans girls Bobbi's non-binary, you got the wrong girl What girl Now which side are you on girl? We hate signs from your corporate designers We say Pride like unite with the miners We staged strikes and collided with fighters These gay types are almighty and righteous Each way might be unlikely to guide us Teach straight pride so they'll violently chide us Treat gay rights as a price for our silence Pseudoscience cis alliance in compliance Is Bobbi pan, polyam? Prolly am But it ain't no hetero business what I am A revolutionary, who's hanging with the faggots No Trans Exclusionary Reactionary Fascists You know I be a fairy, but also be the baddest A lumpenproletarian who look like Lily Savage And yo, sick of this pissed off, cis-dripped discourse Another dumb bigot with a clipboard

Una mattina mi son svegliato (One morning I awakened) O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao! Una mattina mi son svegliato (One morning I awakened) e ho trovato l'invasor (and I found the invader) O partigiano portami via (Oh partisan carry me away) O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao O partigiano portami via (Oh partisan carry me away) che mi sento di morir (because I feel death approaching) Ain't flex for the media Check wikipedia Killing more fascists than Reggio Emilia Look see a Nazi head blow in the snow Lyudmila Pavlichenko with the flow Penta el Zero Miedo you know So Rey Mysterio, tope con hiro 450 splashes from off of the barricades For shifty fascists and all of their coward mates And they stay boyed off, now Tommy is Robbin'-son Fuck off liberals, only commies are stopping em Doesn't seem even to bother em They called for tanks for the riots in Tottenham We call for Partisans, wanting a squad of em Stalingrad, smacking back fascists and mocking em There still be a lot of em Never know peace till we're finally shot of em E se io muoio da partigiano (And if I die as a partisan) O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E se io muoio da partigiano (And if I die as a partisan) tu mi devi seppellir (then you must bury me) Seppellire lassù in montagna (Bury me up in the mountain) O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Seppellire lassù in montagna (Bury me up in the mountain) sotto l'ombra di un bel fior (under the shade of a beautiful flower) Now bury me under a flower ANPI to Antifa, Partisan power Battle of Cable Street bars You're rattled? Then stay in the yard Can't haggle or pay off the czars Be tactful and stay on your guard They're coming, they're coming to take and deport em They're coming and running with state reinforcements ACAB, they seem crazy Taking cues from racist dailies Take your mates and caged these babies Nation-states enslaving 'bravely' Workhouse serfs with the AK growling Turf out TERFs, fuck a JK Rowling Haymarket, that was May Day's founding Work or shoot, that's the kayfabe floundering E le genti che passeranno (And all those who shall pass) O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E le genti che passeranno (And all those who shall pass) mi diranno «che bel fior» (will tell me "what a beautiful flower") Questo è il fiore del partigiano (This is the flower of the partisan) O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Questo è il fiore del partigiano (This is the flower of the partisan) morto per la libertà (who died for freedom) Fash want us dragged in the backs of their vans We do this for martyrs like Dax in Milan Davide Cesare, fash afraid every day Barricades ready-made, ascertain heavyweights Can't wait to set em straight, fascists ain't clever mate Front row at Nuremberg, as their brain separates Never wait, told em to kick stools Toppled like Colston in Bristol Coppers patrolling with pistols These fascistic Ultras abysmal And all of you kinfolk, Carabiniero, And the Gestapo and Ben Shapiro School of Americas mercenary rats, All of the westerners served in Iraq, Are causing the terror that's burning our maps That's all just the present observable facts Now turn in your tracks, No Pasaran The Guernica massacre, No Pasaran Odessa pogromists, No Pasaran Dachau and Mauthausen, No Pasaran BNP hooligans, No Pasaran CNT shooting em, No Pasaran The Warsaw Ghetto, Piazzale Loreto Apartheid Soweto says No Pasaran Tell em now, Red as Mao Yelling out Bella Ciao hella loud

Run up on fascists whenever you're seeing em Better be leaving em red from the bleeding or Dead from us beating em ignorant fucks They want "Rivers of Blood" well we'll give em some blood Whether blades that we stick in their gut Or the Yugoslav Partisan Foibe, they'll stick in the mud Blutac, we're sticking em up Tupac, we're Hitting Em Up Gulags, we're filling em up We be the Stasi to Nazis and that be the truth Stabbing a fascist's immaculate suit Radical means that we grab at the root And hack it in two And some wack Hitler youth in the back sniffing glue My nephews coming to kick the crap outta you Just like their uncle, their Granfer, their nan'll do That'll do, Antifa family-do Could happen to you National Action, embarrassing dudes Proud Boys, Groypers, loud noise squawkers That's why all these girls avoid ya No peoples will, no Narodnaya Volya Incels kill and that is not a spoiler White woman tears damn that's a lot of moisture Karen saw black kids, that is what annoyed her Dick-kicking Nick Griffin Shiv-sticking Slim's pickings Spencer much time Rich-hitting Dick-swinging fash keep pig-ringing Bleeding hell, these cheesy bell EDL people they'll believe any old shit they read as well Now they got a Mussolini smell These incels leave a trail that leads to Hell Mass shooters planning to hit up a school Platform a fascist and kick out the stool Anders Breivik should be against the wall Never accepting your Rhodesian rule Never extend em no sympathy, literally, that's the vicinity of liberals Giving these fascists legitimacy and uncritically, cynically answered the call And came for the left, targeting them again Ain't gonna rest till they tarred em and feathered em Ain't gonna let no parliament red again Freikorps led those armies of petty men Most them, they still know it's just absurd Soc Dems, they killed Rosa Luxemburg Hope them days will go with such a burst Won't spend days still quoting dusty words Didn't wanna do this, we just wanna live Didn't wanna choose this, this is what they give It's still Kill the Bill Now we got a movement, picketing the pigs Now we're Huey Newton, picking on the pigs Now for revolution, picking off the pigs It's still Kill the Bill Now we're gonna loot em, pillaging the pigs Coppers and fascists are plotting their damage The Civil War's coming it's gotta be Spanish These Franco-types plan to like mob you and vanish Or Pinochet, steal away choppers they manage Or watch em live lavish, I find that tiresome Knife that liar n Reichstag Fire em Can't admire em, just admonish em Stalingrad comrades come demolish em Fighting the fash till the day that we're dying, the way that we're dying is fighting the fash Hugo Chav partly and Yugoslav Partisan, new school rap artisan tight with the craft Flag-shagging like a damn Strasserite Thatcherite parasite and I might light up your rag Malakai Black em eyes, after I strategise countering fascist-lies like the "stabbed-back" Elders and Protocols, antisemitic They're being mouldable, man be pathetic Frail and emotional, failed being quotable, hedging their bets on the edgiest gimmicks All just a joke to these villainous snakes Calling us woke while the guillotine waits But I never sleep, it's the cousin of death The Black Bloc are Reapers, the sickle is red Tread on that snake, tag out a swastika Never debate fascists accosting ya Centrists relate to these Nazis and officers Penning tirades like a Telegraph commenter Blocking ya, and have fash surrounded You felt that damn flat and astounded Bobbi QELD's backpack, that has the loudest And my Welsh grandad that was a Maoist Now we seen it before, beat it before Leaving these BNP beneath the floor At Pavlov's House still beefing it raw Now you bleat not a roar, not a beast anymore Battle of Berlin baddies are burning Ubermensch bullshit, actually vermin Who dispensed all this fascism working? Nuremberg Laws shit, having to merk em

Leave a mousetrap down at your flat door Reading Mao out loud to a landlord See I doubt that you're down for the class war You'd sell us out for an EU passport Your plan's sneering and sideways glances Got a hedgehog on the highway's chances Lightweight stances, hacks not fact-checking Faker than lies of Iraq's weapons I was wearing black denim back then n I was reading Vlad Lenin, What Is To Be Done while you man guessing We got the gift of the answers No opportunistic grifters or chancers All Communists lift a fist for the Panthers Got another fist for the bankers Oligarch hitlist, check off one Gotta start with this Chekhov's gun [Chorus] Liberals and landlords Pissing me off Ohh, they fucking do Liberals and landlords, ohh Whether Trump or Tony Blair in em, I'll thump a load of Aryans Get drunk and throw a chair at em, I'm gonna go Ric Flair on em A lumpenproletarian, you know I'm no sectarian I'm flowing so Aquarian and going Covid variant Black Bloc masked up, no Corona scaring em Masked up on the bus but now no-one goes to stare at em ...can we normalise a bally now? Can we organise an aggy crowd To the graveyard to pull Maggie out? Why'd you wanna do that, fucking laugh innit Derail their gravy-train upper-class ticket Coming last-minute like it's Fergie's United Politicians tryna keep the workers divided Spineless and toothless, right-wing deluded Labour-right types are frighteningly stupid Truth is they're funded by arms deals Who's spinning more than a cartwheel See these liberal bootlicking, bluetick gollums No way to differentiate UKIP from em Got a common cause with em, call it Rule Britannia I've got comrades in Emilia-Romagna Got comrades in Milanese squats Chop chop that's that guillotine block Lock Stock and 2 million cops? Hotbox cop-shops, hit em with rocks Known since the days of the Hartcliffe Riots Slowly decayed on some arsenic diets Try it, from Toxteth to Tottenham and St Pauls Light up a copper's car on fire in the rainfall Bricks in a cop's eye, Brixton to Moss Side Bristol, the cops lie Brought tools all to harm, all really calm At the Broadwater Farm...

First set straight, I will not debate you Sergei Nechayev, I'll indoctrinate you Thomas Sankara, I'll inoculate you Frank Sobotka and I want the pay due Fidel Castro on the mic tho Fred Hampton flow up to five-o Lucy Parsons with the knife tho Sophie Scholl hanged for the White Rose People's Will or the People's Reprisal Eat or steal, that's the need for survival The Old Bill wanna beef on arrival POs grilled with their teeth on the rifle Hanged martyrs in the lands of the Tsar Vanguardists with a plan for the Tsar Man started putting hands on a Tsar Upper-class sharted and abandoned the Tsar, and I'm Lyudmila Pavlichenko Look, see a Nazi head blow Sit in the boom when the car starts Split like Bakunin or Karl Marx Go get Mussolini, no less that Salvini I'm Ioseb Jughashvili Okhrana snitch, you're Sergey Degaev Not gonna switch, I'm Sergei Nechayev ...when the shit go down Sergei Nechayev when the guns go boom Sergei Nechayev when we nick that crown Sergei Nechayev when we bun throne rooms Been waiting cos you know I got patience Weed blazing in a Romanov basement Misleading like you wrote a cop's statement Pavlov's House and you know we're not vacant Machiavellian tactics practice That be what everyone lacks as praxis An't seen just anyone act this classless And your rebellion fractured tactless Funding and run with the underground cells If they come around they'll get the runaround, well If you're acting Batista it's Hasta La Vista Half Sandinista and Zapatista People's Will or the People's Reprisal Preach his will like a Jesus disciple Teach us still when we read from our Bible Sergei still make us feel homicidal Don't miss this carriage, assassinate Tsars No miscarriage, blow magistrates' cars A despot's death just validates ours' Find out what demonic traits are Sergei's free, all eager to stop him Escape from the Peter & Paul like Peter Kropotkin Either you're cool or either called cops in Dostoyevsky's 'Demons' all watching Planned to remember this, hang with Decembrists White Army finding out what the Red Terror is Okhrana snitch, you're Sergey Degaev Not gonna switch, I'm Sergei Nechayev ...when the shit go down Sergei Nechayev when the guns go boom Sergei Nechayev when we nick that crown Sergei Nechayev when we bun throne rooms Been waiting cos you know I got patience Weed blazing in a Romanov basement Misleading like you wrote a cop's statement Pavlov's House and you know we're not vacant Ernesto Guevara and Nestor Makhno Sky-high carbomb, man sent em Blanco And went for Franco, so Stuart Christie Eric Hobsbawm when I flow to our history Age of the Empires, "Time of the Monsters" Age of the vampires, tyrants and Contras Pages of mantras and masochism Reading the Revolutionist's Catechism People's Will or the People's Reprisal People squeal to the chiefs on arrival Two-headed eagle, beast as an idol We be the two-headed seagull and spiteful Came for the fish and the chips of the Tsar Shat on his modern-day relatives' car Hapsburg Jaw, it's all relative Tsar You're not quite sure who your relatives are But who give a toss tho? This be a family feud and we be the Ulyanov bros Losing a lot tho, move really hot tho Okhrana sleuth till they knew where the crop grow Must be a psy-op, must be a spycop Must be the all-seeing Cyclops-type watch Nowt but a snitch, you're Sergey Degayev Routed the pigs, I'm Sergei Nechayev Sergei Nechayev when the shit go down Sergei Nechayev when the guns go boom Sergei Nechayev when we nick that crown Sergei Nechayev when we bun throne rooms Been waiting cos you know I got patience Weed blazing in a Romanov basement Misleading like you wrote a cop's statement Pavlov's House and you know we're not vacant

Bobbi and Charlie, got a Red Army President Biden like What A Malarky Property seizure from your oligarchy Taking a Line at the communist party House of Lords got padlocked out At Pavlov's House, knock landlords out Like Chinese peasantry, try be Kevin Steen These times feel like 1917 Rulers line up, try to measure me Alphabetically after u, I'm the letter v And I get the P's and the Q's for the pleasantries And I'm deading legions of blue-blooded pedigrees That's toff mouths stuffed with a sock Pavlov's House chucked em a rock Chekhov's Molotov at a Trot Klashnekoff's "Sagas Of..." I'll bulldoze em creeps I'm Paul Robeson deep I saw loathsome beasts I call those police I saw loads that creep, beat and kettle, heated metal, chiefs that peddle Don't need that kennel, we that feral cheap ass rebel Don't mess with Novara, it's best to go farther A test to Mo Farah, Ernesto Guevara Oppressed of Rojava or let alone Gaza Best aim at the British State then it goes harder Kaboom, Kreps n Kon shit, Kano n Ghetts Best unload this pain off my chest Cultural rev em, hold em n tell em No Pasaran like we're Ian McKellen [Chorus] No patience, must scare em now Quotations from Chairman Mao Home Nations, we tear em down Quotations from Chairman Mao Red book, bread book? Them took left hook Chequebook get took Then stood left shook Haverfordwest n Pembroke Where that QELD family first steps took Said all's well if it ends good Then some felled cos we're deadwood These wolves are chasing red hoods Their drugs are bait, we get hooked Then look, at who's bringing it, over the ports Shipping it in, Opium Wars I'm living in sin, smoking up more Nose really sore Funding a trade that is choking the poor CIA seal away ounces of raw Energised MI5 heroin enterprise Peasants are terrified, dead and then gentrified Amazon warehouse and rainforest genocide Bezos and Bolsonaro in a bed of lies Step aside, step away, step off and get away Don't give a fuck which damn fascist you venerate It's probably Pinochet, probably Bush Probably re-enact the Beer Hall Putsch I'm still representing the Zombies of Kush And filling up schools with these communist books Look, Politicians the most obvious crooks Long March, "no dinner party" hardly Zedong bars, quoted the Party Red Guard or the army, gnarly Singing that Internationale Servile servants, serfdom birthed em No fair fight, no nerf gun hurt em Certain person's work dispersion's Serving fervoured serf exertion Subterfuge and some subversion Neocolonialist incursions Rudyard Kipling, 'White Man's Burden' Frantz Fanon, we 'Wretched of the Earth' em No research, no right to speak Most leaders go hide n seek Go rehearse your slimy speech We Ho Chi Minh, go fight that beast Beat em back and barrage bourgeois Three fascists, that's a Farage-à-trois And that's a fucking bar Slap ya fucking hard Chanting "Up The RA" After Troubles start Hate the British troops, wait I'm spitting truth Mate they're prison screws, racist Hitler Youths NATO: stick n move, privatise nations UN peacekeepers, terrorise Haitians Media starts wars with their generalisations Drone-ops clock in at genocide stations We got that regicide waiting Reclaim your gentrified takings Be quick, got a friend of mine waiting Polycule comrade, verified dating Shhh, now where was I taking This here verse now this pen-of-mine's shaking Bars so slick that many try taking Bars top marx got that Lenin-guy raving Like Tony I blaired em Shared em Those Quotes from the Chairman

These broken dreams So long as flowers blossom What does it matter? They trade n barter, hateful karma Making martyrs, Che Guevaras Raising Spartacists with Rosa Make ya start to wish its over Fighting with my mental health and fighting for my life n that Shit I seen and been thru never thought I'd be surviving that But I'll be doing fine as long as comrades got my back n that Smacking back these fascist twats like hanging out at Stalingrad Dyspraxic, I embody that This rapping I just body that But didn't think I'd see this decade outside of a bodybag But I'm still alive, can't be rid of me easily Still wanna die but don't pity me, equally Bit on the side when they're hitting me, eating me Wishing goodnight to the vision they see of me These coppers they wanna imprison me Love to the comrades who visit me Telling depression I live for this misery Listen we coming and running on parliament Never agree to no worker disarmament And never listen to transphobic arguments Our rights aren't granted by bigoted charlatans So fuck yourselves, comrades know to only trust ourselves Pavlov's House tidies up, the team that clean the dusty shelves

Start like this then I flow Noam Chomsky Bars icepick but I don't quote Trotsky Barbed-wire wrists when I go so Moxley Marx-type shit and you won't go scot-free They talk shit but they don't talk about shit They talk shit but they don't talk about shit Wasteful shit they don't know how to count it They talk shit but they don't talk about shit Tasteful shit when I call or I shout it Hateful pigs have you all now surrounded Baseball mit when I ball and I mound it They talk shit but they don't talk about shit They chat breeze but they don't speak sense none Know these Muppets are so Jim Henson So they puppet with no pretension and loath to mention... It came from the wire, they're making a fire then Aim a bit higher, Nadezhda Krupskaya them Fake on the mic and I'm late to admire them Make it like Mike when I'm waiting to Myer them And Red Army Choir them Like it or not this here rapping inspire them Fighting them off in the back of the lions den Try again try again, run at the cops Arresting our comrades? We're shoving em off Asking again that we chuck em a rock Giving these piggies a bucket of slop Getting revenge for when Duggan was shot And the piggies pretended and planted that gun in a sock Fuck em like what Fuck em for everyone murdered right under their watch Fuck em and kill em till buckets are spilling of blood from the villains don't chuck em in prison we just have em digging the mud that they'll chill in so trust in our vision of justice we'll give em That's dumping a pig in cos trust in the system's a juxtaposition, injustices in em They're playing this track so the juries and judges can listen, the judgment is given Guilty and radical, filthiest animal Masked up like Mankind and gripping your mandible Making these marx when I'm spitting Das Kapital Manifesto when I'm splitting these manacles And pinching your valuables Shit's supernatural Wisdom when given this casual Listen to me all these dickheads is flammable They talk shit but they don't talk about shit Shameful pricks had a ghost write about it They pulled this from the show and denounced it Pay's all shit and just blown on the ounces They talk shit but they don't talk about shit They talk shit but they don't talk about shit They bought this and they know that they doubted Played all this now they know where the crown is Now it's, backs to the wall, heads on the block Fascists will fall, democrats drop Liberals are laughable, begging em stop Isn't it magical, deading the lot This is satirical, telling the cops It is a miracle, letting me off Talking some shit that'll get me in trouble Like UK Drill artists when flexing the muscle These federals envy their hustle, and struggle To hit all these rappers with muzzles We talk shit bout the law unaccounted Their rules fit with the trauma recounted They're all kids and the ballpit's surrounded They talk shit but they don't talk about shit They talk shit but they don't talk about shit Painful shit when they're grounded and pounded A Lou Thesz Press at MSG We move like Dead Prez - 'Let's Get Free' The best MC who oppressed MPs Made em Rest In Peace Still chat shit and they still chat bollocks Can't seek peace and we can't seek solace Lied onscreen tryna hawk their products Cash For Peers and the whole thing squalid They write shit when they're paid by Murdoch Made up shit in the whole damn word doc Quotes from sources you've not heard of Focus-grouped and the whole thing workshopped And my whole fam workhoused Rich wrote lies how the whole thing worked out That's still how all their wealth is earnt now They fly high while the workers burnt-out They chat shit but they don't chat about shit They chat shit but they don't give a fuck (x4) They talk shit but they don't talk about shit We lined up to renounce and denounce it Already told you what the guillotine shouted Me and my team like Philippine Maoists They chat shit but they don't chat about shit They chat shit but they don't chat about shit Pavlov's House refurbished and grouted Still spit fire like Growlithe!