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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