SOLO
Dear Land of Dopes, by Dopes art crowned
There’s so much I don’t get
Those Corpr’ate brows, their greed unbound
Once more there’s nothing left
These feudal laws, by Brexit gained
Shall whip thee well and long;
By Sun and Mail the lie maintained,
The country sold for a song

CHORUS
Land of Hopeless Tories, Smothering the Free
How shall we console thee, who are mourning thee?
Tighter still and tighter shall thy chains be set
Whoever made this god awful mess should be made to clear it up
Whoever made this god awful mess should be made to clear it up