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Russell Brand - the reek of shit, for The Big Brother age – a perfect fit.
A confessed sex addict- what a fucking joke! Addicted to the power of the needle and coke.
You were a smack riddled loser- junkie scum!
For a 10 pound baggie, you’d shag yer mum.
Brand by name and brand by stature,
The company’s man - the child catcher.
Used to dumb-down teenage populations- car-crash TV for a lost generation.
They are the ones supposed to vote next- “Can we do it by Bebo? - Can we do it by text?”
Ask what they think, about the war in Iraq
“Is that a new film, with Ant and Dec?”
(Chorus)
This is the farce of the propaganda machine;
Opium in the papers, on your TV screen;
Brainwashed til, - you justiy;
Divided, ruled - and pacified.
There’s a few pricks, that I could mention-John Smeaton, now there’s a bone of contention!
“But he’s a hero!” I hear you cry, they’ve sucked you in- the illusion, the lie;
Nazi salutes, through the Ibrox mud,
Up to his knees, in Fenian blood.
Hey! John Smeaton, have a pint - some baccy?
Did it feel better, cause he was a “Paki”?
Paraded about, - prize pig - on show, the Multi’s - they loved it, on you go!
Labours conference - what a farce, surgically removed from Gordon Browns arse;
So Smeato enjoy your new found - fame,
And prey the terrorists don’t come back again.
(Chorus)
It’s a real scumball, I’ve saved till last-A real dodgy cunt with a murkier past
Next against the wall, is Kelvin Mackenzie, a list of sins the devil would envy.
We’re a nation of spongers- tartan tosspots,
Goodbye Mister MacKenzie- you’re gonna get the chop
If you ever come over Hadrian’s Wall,
We’ll nail you to a fence and play footy wi yer balls
You supported the Poll Tax, helped steal our oil, thieving fucking capitalist- you make my blood boil!
Remember Hillsbourgh? Headlines read of “Scum!”-Anti working class lies- you always get ‘em in the Sun
Thatcher kills - to win elections, and what do you do?
“Gotcha!” said your paper, more dead “Argies” for you!
(Chorus)
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MasonX-Files
01:51
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Come and join the Mason mystery game?
Apply the 100 year rule to cover up at Dunblane;
Anyone can join; hope you’re not blackballed;
By additional degrees, become fanatical;
Heads of British Army and the police;
Justice System Masonic judges will fleece;
Fight back against the scum, take them to court;
Ask Robbie the Pict why they had to abort!
(Chorus)
Nipples, knees, get them fucking out!
Go get the goat with the moist, stowry gowp,
Oi! Min, “How’s yer granny?”
I’ll gie you the Lion’s Paw, ye fuckin fanny!
UDA terrorists join without fear;
Conducting their sectarian wars over there;
They say all their work is now for charity;
Take hood off the brother, but it’s not clarity.
(chorus)
Call yourself a ‘secret society’?
With charitable causes and complete sobriety;
But I don’t think that you realize yet,
That it’s all available on, the Internet!
(Chorus)
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Kali Yuga
02:38
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Age of Aquarius- the idea's dead;
Greed and destruction rise instead;
There's a war on terror that makes misery spread
Kali Yuga! Kali Yuga!
This is the Age of Destruction- Kali Yuga;
Madmen, with power, take it too far;
A new Dark Age for the modern day?
Don't fool yourself- it's always been that way.
This is no New Age- Kali Yuga!
Cyber- Age, it's on the net;
Font of all knowledge? Not quite yet!
In the information age truth's not easy to get;
Kali Yuga! Kali Yuga!
Age of Narcissus, where TV reigns;
Cult of celebrity- culture drains;
Dumb-down motherfucker, it's not cool to use brains.
Kali Yuga! Kali Yuga!
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Terry Wogan's Cock
01:28
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With your legs akimbo, I saw you sitting there;
In your tight moleskin trousers, you didn’t have a care;
You must have realized you brazen Irish many;
You made my kids run out the room and terrified me granny!
Terry Wogan, Terry Wogan, Terry Wogans cock!
Terry Wogan, Terry Wogan, Terry is a cock!
Now Terrance don’t you worry we won’t put you in the dock;
For the Eurovision song contest or showing us your cock;
Why we want to hang you is really for your greed;
Pocketing 9000 pounds from Children In Need!
Terry Wogan, Terry Wogan, Terry Wogans cock!
Terry Wogan, Terry Wogan, Terry is a cock!
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