Slink back under the rock that you crawled out of
Slip between the cracks in the pavement while we seal them tight
The patriot with the swastika on his shoulder
Wears a poppy to remember each of our soldiers that died
The England I know has no time for this hatred
The England I know turns this dark into light
Morons retracing the steps of their forefathers
Who looted the world of minerals riches and land
I wonder what they'd make of this generation
Looting greggs with stolen pies in their hands
Burn the fingers of spineless keyboard warriors
Put them in a museum where they belong
For every gobshite there's a vested interest handler
Who has to distract to keep the fires burning strong