I never vote and tell me why should I?
They so don’t get the state that I’m in now,
No cash, no work, no voice, no fun, so how
Can I shout out and make them hear my side?
The selfish London bastards ought to try
And think like me and hate like me and doubt
Like me and stink like me and feel like nowt,
And see how they get on without a life.
I got a chance at last to shaft them all,
The last one of my life they tell me now
What’s going to piss them off the worst you reckon?
I went to vote with all my mates and scrawled
My cross inside the box for leave, for out,
For screw you Dave and you too Jezza. Cretins.