The Parasocials - Gasping for the Heir Lyrics

Well isn't he so good
With the little ones
Portrait of a priest
And the past can't be undone

Well the embers fall down, down down
Your headline, surely spinning
Well all the tabloid chatter can't save you
Well, Britannia's for the sinking

He's on his knees
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir

Well take this hand and cut it dry
For I cannot find the blocks where you reside
The guillotine must surely collapse
And your head will roll till the day is out

Well don't you feel proud
To wear George and his cross
But your chaperone is hanging, oh hanging
Yeah! I'm barely hanging on

He's on his knees
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir

The roots are rotten to the core
I think the tree is bound to fall
Burn the bits and the bastard dust
Let's rock this country down to rust
In god we trust