Warhorse

[Verse 1] Stop telling me to tighten my belt, there's nothing left to tighten No squeeze, no honey pot There's nothing lying under the bed And now you're laughing at me, as my sides are splitting Red raw laughing, as my sides are splitting, you're spitting Those rusting fossils, sweating piglets, stinking broken relics Comfy seats, dirty sheets and repeated bleats You have the right to be disgusted To shun this pageantry Recognise your enemy, lеt them rot, the lot, let thеm fucking rot [Refrain] This is war, horse (Wow) War, horse (Wow) [Verse 2] There's Albion's spoilt children, aching for fame, yet again They're fucking on the cliffs of Dover, on that post war hangover And we bask in witless wonder All this historic racist plunder And we sit, and we sit, roll over, now sit Entitled dribbling disasters, yet they're not your fucking masters You are not here for their entertainment You are not here to make them money Do not beg, do not bow, do not curtsey Do not beg, do not bow, do not curtsey [Refrain] As this means war, horse (Wow) War, horse (Wow) This is war, horse(Wow) War, horse (Wow) [Verse 3] Stop telling me to tighten my belt Stop telling me to wash my mouth, out Stop telling me you're telling the truth Stop telling me we're in it together Stop telling me he did his best Stop telling me we're levelling up Stop telling me to get over it Stop telling me, stop telling me [Refrain] War, horse (Wow) War, horse (Wow) War, horse (Wow) War, horse