Grab a job lot of high definition TVs
great pictures for you, great movies for me,
so many facilities here for our jiffy-jolly fun.
pity the hoi-polloi, the patois-speaking scum.

Four vibrant ghosts came singing here today
rounded up by cops, they sought to blow their blues away,
said amen to the cops' flat soft  purr-burr-drawl
telling black kids ‘you ain’t wanted round here, not wanted at all.’

Viciously vexated vigilantes ain’t about  to disappear,
real-life-ghostly presences, full o'hate n full o'fear, say
pass the money to me,
anonymous gnomes fiddle the dosh-away
every single day

To fund-the-global-financial-crisis-for the benefit of the few
nothing, except in adverts,  is ever really-new,
bastards killing kids, every single day,
the money-men finance the weapons to blow these kids away.

Don’t cringe away from these killIng fields 
see the virtuous-affluent-vicious defenders of the status quo,
well-heeled retirees spout meaningless jargon, close down debate,
no-platform those who demand a truce, call them exremists,
it's never too late to weaponise the language, that’s what they do,
the future's bleak, we're like chimps in a zoo,
sanctuary towns will drown in coagulating blood,
and just who the hell thinks we're doing any fucking good?