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Anarchists don't discriminate So here's Starmer's head on a silver plate Britain struggles under pale grey skies We need to build the gallows before we die
Come and hang out in my garden Pull over a speaker put on some Nirvana Chillin' under parasol, shadow Kier Starmer Super sunny west coast, wavy Kevin
the Tory bastards some standards And what kind of opposition even is greasy sir Kier Starmer? Most of our heroes have been vilified Switched sides
spit their lies Tory Bastards, Starmer too There's a bottle of piss waiting for you Rents gone up and I work full time I'm at the food bank wondering why
terror Born into the right era The media charmer Mates with the puppeteer behind Starmer Awkward selfie with a farmer Wearer of white power armour The Eton
an agenda That keir starmer thinks will fly With modern voters The ones that watch eastenders Voting from their phones On twitter and buying up The daily mail
you swing From the left or to the right Just drop your preconceptions Let's get fucked up tonight Starmer, Gove, Hancock and Blair They're all
was a farmer, my dad is Keir Starmer I shit bricks when I see kids (They scare me) I cheated pretty fairly My dog got lost in the fog My mate Jerry got
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