King Charles

Stop being a twatty, blah Happy, be fucking happy And I'll admit I've never been broke but I have been broken Shout in silence, while searching for a token Of kindness This one's for you King Charles, you mess with the people Took the taxes to fund the evil Sound familiar? The mindless divide us When we need guidance, you give us the silence It's spineless and blindless We will bite back, not sit here smiling While they used to attack the student loans And the first time homes, it's time to know That at the moment, they're neglecting the young And it's really scary being under 21 Honey, we want your money Get out your wallet, give us your Money And you might as well throw in your soul Sorry, mate Eh, we're taking your car Blah I see you just royal pretenders, too sober to spend us You talk about lease but then no one surrenders From a cynical man, with no fucking plan When it all goes wrong, there'll be no confession Only a digression, a concession A society's aggression We'll create a phenomenal compression On the heads of the youth, what do we do? Say what do we do, man, what do we do? What do we do, man, what do we do? Honey, we want your money Get out your wallet and give us your Money And you might as well throw in your soul Mister, we're taking your car now, sir We're taking your car now, sir We're taking your car now, sir We're taking your car now, sir Honey, we want your money Get out your wallet and give us your Money And you might as well throw in your soul Honey, we want your money Get out your wallet and give us your Money And you might as well throw in your soul