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Got a letter from the Government, a generic thing everyone got sent Saying the money for PPE's been spent Hanging about in a two floor shack As the regime continued ignoring the fact That the hospitalised are not coming back As the right wing keep dreaming About an autocratic dystopia I'm standing still until I get some directions And an answer to the question burning deep inside of me Doesn't anyone round here have some directions? Can you smell bacon?, What's that sound? It's their little fat legs all spinning around Back pedal at the speed that the lies are found The fear grows in his elite shaped gut An expensive suit and a cheap haircut And a mouth that he never learned how to shut As the right wing keep dreaming About an autocratic dystopia I'm standing still until I get some directions And an answer to the question burning deep inside of me I'm staying free until I see some directions Directions Directions Directions As the right wing keep dreaming About an autocratic dystopia I'm standing still until I get some directions A relief for the indigestion burning deep inside my gut I'm staying put until I get some directions