turned, no village go unburnt,
let nations price tag us, stick their sallow
daggers into everything that we own.
Let our very children sold as
X -factor cattle be stripped
in teenage battle as slabs of beef from bone,
Letting all hell go unconcerned
To those bastards we pray
No child that you'd not sell
No memory you'd not chop or fell,
no corner that you'd not plow,
Burnham cast down to hell.
Advice to daughters, one, two, three,
When you're too old to sit on
Grandpa, when we're giving up hope,
We're so little left, it was ours.
Don't buy a 50p telescope,
you'll only see 50p stars, my girl
Don't buy a 50p telescope,
you'll only see 50p stars
Let's carry some bars of water
To rattle around with the keys to your car
Your jumper's stuck right up the crack of your arse,
Let's strike up a loud conversation,
And turn the volume right up when in some place
we've been and they've not gone
Let's keep putting right now,
Till a simple at the moment seems a
dark and dark and distant day
Let's chew gum like a six -year -old
with sunglasses on our head
So in winter they know we're half
-bred and definitely half -mad
When you're too old to sit on
In the words of your grandpa,
when we're giving up hope
We're so little left that we're stars
Don't buy a 50p telescope,
you'll only see 50p stars, my girl
Don't buy a 50p telescope,
you'll only see 50p stars
Let's look around the bazaar
Five pounds for a bottle of fizzy water
See, do not like the outspoken
Only broken or soon on amend
No time for bridges or valley ridges
No diversion or no mountain man
Let's wreck the earth and do
On the cheap, in our bare feet
Come back home or the takeaway
Mark the way that they speak
Beware that coffee to -go
Take plowman's lunch, reach it by path
And take that route one pint a mile
Until every path we may tread upon
And everything we ever see
It's more valuable to them and their
kids than valueless to me or thee
Advice to daughters, one,
When you're too old to sit on dad's knee
In the words of your grandpa,
when we're giving up hope
We're so little left, it was ours
Don't buy a 50p telescope
You'll only see 50p stars, my girl
But don't buy a 50p telescope,
you'll only see 50p stars
you're overpaid chances on an oversized yacht
Lose the fucking yoga and
the yang and fucking yank
If you wanna teach the world to sing
But don't buy a 50p shotgun
You'll only see 50p stars, my girl
But don't buy a 50p shotgun
You'll only shoot 50p stars
But don't buy a 50p shotgun
You'll only shoot 50p stars, my girl
You'll only shoot 50p stars
Now we know the fear of rabies
Shove them in a bag at the port
Then into the back of our
Everything we, everything we tread upon
And everything we ever see
It's more valuable to them and their kids
And valueless to me or thee
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