Let - Cassels

The decision has come through to reduce our flag to white

And replace the red and blue with a bulldog fucking a lion

The Sun will rise when the printers come back off strike

At which point I’ll race riots to the pub and try to drown myself

In a £10 pint

I feel I’m beset on all sides

By old bigots who take pride

In peddling old racist lies

Then there are those

Too poor to afford rent

Unable to climb a mounting mountain of debt

Still living at home with their despairing parents

Yet too bored or lazy to bother and try

And even sit on the fence

What choice do I have left?

I’ll try my best to pen

Some sort of epithet

Britain: Home of the ignorant, arrogant, and scared