Let

The decision has come through to reduce our flag to white
And replace the red and blue with a bulldog fucking a lion
The Sun will rise when the printers come back off strike
At which point I’ll race riots to the pub and try to drown myself
In a £10 pint

I feel I'm beset on all sides
By old bigots who take pride
In peddling old racist lies
Then there are those
Too poor to afford rent
Unable to climb a mounting mountain of debt
Still living at home with their despairing parents
Yet too bored or lazy to bother and try
And even sit on the fence

What choice do I have left?
I’ll try my best to pen
Some sort of epithet

Britain: Home of the ignorant, arrogant, and scared