a city whizz with a rampant ego
treats the country like an easy casino
but really what the hell do we know
about those oxbridge, public school pythons
they breed to lead but mostly to siphon
abundant funds from here to the horizon
covered up with sleights n’ tricks
I’m sorry – I don’t do politics

a tailored tyrant with a nanny complex
hale n’haughty lord snooty god bless
suckled on success, dressed to depress
dreaming of kisses and nighty nighty
tucked up tight in good ol’blighty
empire for hire, right n’white
throwing not shade but flagged eclipse
I’m sorry – I don’t do politics

suddenly your business closes
you can’t pay rates the council imposes
in come cuts the government proposes
weep as they weaponise the culture
bleed all public infrastructure
till they send you to war and you’re really fuck’d yeah
how does that all sound to you?
if you don’t do politics, politics does you