Rant-O-Bot Lyrics

1. Revolution

Stop shaking that tin
I’m strapped for cash to put in
I’ll give you another cause
Booze and fags for him indoors
Your ID don’t mean a thing
Who knows if you’re genuine?
Will it go to a good cause?
Or end up in your grubby paws

Come, the revolution
You’ll be up against the wall

McDodgy fries, McDodgy drinks
Sold by Britain’s weakest links
Salad there, so it’s ok
One part of your five a day
Fat, unhealthy, never think
And that’s why Britain’s on the brink
All served up on a plastic tray
Not ‘loving it’ anyway!

Come, the revolution
You’ll be up against the wall

Traffic wardens, city gents
Tax collectors, governments
Corporations, paying rent
Go up against my wall
PPI calls, YouTube adds
Bullies, liars, latest fads
Homophobes, the ignorant
go up against my wall

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