I never cared for the Westminster game,
Left or right, it all felt the same,
Sipped my tea, kept my head down low,
Just built my life, let the world roll slow.
But then the rules began to bend,
Voices silenced, freedoms end,
Cancel mobs and laws too tight,
Pushed me out into the fight.
Oh, I wasn’t one for politics, no,
But the choice dried up, I had to go,
State’s too close, it’s in my face,
UK’s losing its old free space,
All I wanted was a quiet day,
But freedom’s worth the price to pay.
They’re watching words on every street,
From London’s buzz to Glasgow’s beat,
Telling us what we can’t say,
While rights slip quietly away.
They’d take our wit, our right to choose,
Bind us up in their grey noose,
I just wanted work that’s real,
Not this fight, this raw deal.
Oh, I wasn’t one for politics, no,
But the choice dried up, I had to go,
State’s too close, it’s in my face,
UK’s losing its old free space,
All I wanted was a quiet day,
But freedom’s worth the price to pay.
Remember when this land stood tall,
Opportunity for one and all?
A pint, a laugh, a fairer fight,
Not this shadow stealing light.
From Devon’s cliffs to northern rain,
We’ve got to take it back again.
Oh, I wasn’t one for politics, no,
But the choice dried up, I had to go,
State’s too close, it’s in my face,
UK’s losing its old free space,
All I wanted was a quiet day,
But freedom’s worth the price to pay.
So here’s to the life I meant to lead,
A simple job, a simple need,
But when they cage what makes us free,
Even quiet souls like me agree—
We’ll stand, we’ll sing, we’ll make it right,
For the UK’s soul, we’ll fight tonight.
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The old town clocks don't chime no more,
Rust creeps in where the steel once roared,
Shadows stress 'cross a faded flag,
Glory's just a once-heard brag.
One's sinking low, one's reaching high,
My country weeps, my country sings,
Two hearts on fate's uneven wings.
Across the globe, the lights burn bright,
Towers reach up to an endless future,
Voices shout where silence reigned,
A phoenix born from hope unchained.
One falls in shame, one swells with pride,
Did we sell out our green and pleasant land?
(What did you do to) My Country,
(What did you do to) My Country,
(What did you do to) My Country
I’ve watched the clowns parade too long,
Spinnin’ lies in a crooked song,
Red and blue, they bicker and fight,
While the truth gets lost in the dead of night.
They promise gold, deliver rust,
Bury dreams in a cloud of dust,
I’m a working girl, my patience thin,
Time to rise, let the real begin!
I’m done with the circus, the games, the charade,
Sick of the deals in the mess they’ve made,
I’ll stand for the soul of this land I know,
No more fools, let the honest wind blow!
I’ve had enough, hear my rebel yell,
Send this nonsense straight to hell,
A girl’s gotta fight when the line’s been crossed,
For the heart of freedom, whatever the cost!
They talk in circles, dodge the flame,
Pointin’ fingers, shiftin’ blame,
Sellin’ out for a suit’s applause,
Tradin’ honour for a hollow cause.
The air’s thick with their greasy spin,
Tax my soul, wear my patience thin,
But I’ve got roots they can’t uproot,
Boots on ground, I’ll shoot for truth!
I’m done with the circus, the games, the charade,
Sick of the deals in the mess they’ve made,
I’ll stand for the soul of this land I know,
No more fools, let the honest wind blow!
I’ve had enough, hear my rebel yell,
Send this nonsense straight to hell,
A girl's gotta fight when the line’s been crossed,
For the heart of freedom, whatever the cost!
No more puppets pullin’ strings,
No more crowns for petty kings,
I’ll tear it down with calloused hands,
Rebuild it right where a girl still stands!
The flag still waves, though it’s battle-worn,
I’ll fight for the dream we were sworn,
Not their chaos, not their greed,
Just the life this country needs!
I’m done with the circus, the games, the charade,
Sick of the deals in the mess they’ve made,
I’ll stand for the soul of this land I know,
No more fools, let the honest wind blow!
I’ve had enough, hear my rebel yell,
Send this nonsense straight to hell,
A girl’s gotta fight when the line’s been crossed,
For the heart of freedom, whatever the cost!
So raise your voice, let the echoes soar,
We’re takin’ back what they ignore,
One girl’s spark can light the flame,
Burn the stupid out of this game!
Yo, there’s a spark in every man and woman, we’re live with it,
From the hills to the sea, we’re the vibe with it,
Not them clowns in the Commons, lost in the fray,
Politicians fumble, can’t run the play.
NHS bleedin’, rails off track,
Suits in the back with no knack, that’s fact,
But we’re risin’ up, takin’ the crown,
Britain’s people gonna turn it around.
Rise up, rise up, Britain’s in the zone,
We believe in us, leave the throne alone,
No faith in the suits, they’re outta sight,
We grab the mic, make it right, ignite!
Step by step, we pave the scene,
Brighter Britain, livin’ the dream,
We lift this isle, no lie, we try,
Trust the wings, we’re born to fly!
They ain’t walked our streets, felt the rain,
Never fought the grind or the strain,
Public services crash, they just stare,
Westminster’s a circus, no flair, beware.
Devon to Highlands, we’ve got the juice,
Fix the mess they left loose, no excuse,
Britain’s soul in the hands of the crew,
We spit the truth, make it new, breakthrough!
Rise up, rise up, Britain’s in the zone,
We believe in us, leave the throne alone,
No faith in the suits, they’re outta sight,
We grab the mic, make it right, ignite!
Step by step, we pave the scene,
Brighter Britain, livin’ the dream,
We lift this isle, no lie, we try,
Trust the wings, we’re born to fly!
They don’t know the hustle, lost in the haze,
MPs stumble through their cushy days,
We’re rewritin’ the script, no delay,
From Carlisle to Brixton, we slay the grey.
No lords, no flops, we’re the real deal,
Spit fire, rebuild, make ‘em feel,
Every town, every street, we stand,
Britain’s future in the people’s hands!
Yo, Number Ten’s a joke, no clout,
Politicians clueless, we’re callin’ ‘em out,
We’ve got the bars, the heart, the might,
Turn the dark days into light, alright?
From the pubs to the fields, we rhyme,
Push the line, it’s our time to climb,
Incompetence fades, we take the stage,
Britain’s people, break the cage!
Rise up, rise up, Britain’s in the zone,
We believe in us, leave the throne alone,
No faith in the suits, they’re outta sight,
We grab the mic, make it right, ignite!
Step by step, we pave the scene,
Brighter Britain, livin’ the dream,
We lift this isle, no lie, we try,
Trust the wings, we’re born to fly!
So link up, fam, from shore to peak,
Outrap the fools, it’s the strength we seek,
Britain bold, we’re free, no chains,
Trust in us, runnin’ through our veins.
Politicians flop, we’re the sound,
Competence hits when the crowd’s around,
We’ll flip this isle, you’ll see the play,
Britain’s rap, we lead the way!
Rain’s tappin’ on the windowpane,
Same old grey from Leeds to Torbay,
Umbrella’s broke, I’m soaked right through,
But the kettle’s on, what else to do?
Oh, the UK’s got that dreary charm,
Clouds for days but the pubs keep warm,
Tea in hand, we’ll weather the fight,
Grey skies fade with a pint at night.
London calls with a foggy grin,
Queue for buses, let the chaos begin,
Chips on the side, a chippy delight,
Rain or shine, we’ll be alright.
Oh, the UK’s got that dreary charm,
Clouds for days but the pubs keep warm,
Tea in hand, we’ll weather the fight,
Grey skies fade with a pint at night.
From the Highlands cold to Cornwall’s shore,
We moan about it, then ask for more,
A scone, a brew, a sarcastic cheer,
That’s the British way, year after year.
So here’s to the damp and the misty glow,
The UK’s heart in the rain does grow,
With a cuppa strong, we’ll make it through,
Singin’ loud, ‘cause it’s home, it’s true.
I walked away, left the desk behind,
A steady gig for a dream unconfined,
No safety net, just a tightrope dare,
Success or bust, it’s all right there.
It’s a bloody tough road, no lie, no guide,
Risk it all with the odds defied,
Sleepless nights, the stakes so high,
Crushing us down, they’ll kill the flame,
A five-year-old could lead with grace,
This bunch, a grim disgrace.
Politicians preach, they’ve never bled,
Clueless amateurs, empty heads,
We build the world, they tear it thin,
They sneer at success, call it a sin,
High-minded souls should let us begin,
No government hand to choke us tight,
Free to fight for what’s ours by right.
Politicians who have never felt the pain ,
A toddler’s stand beats their crew,
University to minister’s chair,
No grit, no guts, just hot air.
I’ve tossed my coin on talent’s spark,
Some shine bright, some fade to dark,
But this lot? Not a penny I’d spare,
They’d sink a shop without a care.
The risk-takers, the dreamers bold,
Forge the jobs, the wealth untold,
They deserve the nod, the loud respect.
So here’s my call through the storm and strife,
Keep pushing on, it’s worth the life,
To every soul with a dream to chase,
Hold the line, we’ll find our place.
The amateurs reign, but they won’t last,
We’ll rise above, the die is cast,
Small business blood, it’s ours to mend,
Keep going strong—my friends, amen.
Forms in triplicate, a queue for days,
Lost in the system, a paper maze,
The manager shrugs, “It’s not my call,”
While the whole damn service hits the wall.
Broken bins and potholed streets,
Promises rot in empty seats,
I’m raging loud, can’t you see,
This mess is strangling you and me.
I’m angry at the incompetence that stalls,
The red-tape kings who drop the ball,
Public service, a hollow shell,
We’re stuck in this bureaucratic hell.
Stand up now, don’t let it slide,
Demand the best, take back our pride,
We’ve had enough, it’s time to roar,
For quality we can’t ignore.
Trains don’t run, the NHS bleeds,
Cut to the bone for some twit’s greed,
Managers hide in their cushy towers,
Counting coins while we lose hours.
A phone line loops, “Please hold tight,”
No one’s accountable tonight,
It’s a farce, a grinding shame,
And we’re the ones who take the blame.
I’m angry at the suits who stall,
The red-tape kings who drop the ball,
Public service, a hollow shell,
We’re stuck in this bureaucratic hell.
Stand up now, don’t let it slide,
Demand the best, take back our pride,
We’ve had enough, it’s time to roar,
For quality we can’t ignore.
They say it’s fine, “Just wait your turn,”
But bridges crack and cities burn,
We pay the tax, we bear the load,
Yet all we get’s a broken road.
It’s not enough to moan and sigh,
We’ve got to push, we’ve got to try,
A louder voice, a stronger hand,
To fix this rot across the land.
I’m angry at the suits who stall,
The red-tape kings who drop the ball,
Public service, a hollow shell,
We’re stuck in this bureaucratic hell.
Stand up now, don’t let it slide,
Demand the best, take back our pride,
We’ve had enough, it’s time to roar,
For quality we can’t ignore.
So raise your fist, let’s break the chain,
No more excuses, no more pain,
We built this country, it’s ours to mend,
Demand the start, not just the end.
I’m angry, yeah, and that’s no lie,
For better days, we’ll fight, we’ll cry,
Together now, we’ll turn the tide,
For services worth our pride.
When the shadows fell across the land,
A storm of steel in a tyrant’s hand,
The skies turned dark, the engines screamed,
But Britain stood, unbowed, supreme.
Young hearts rose on wings of fire,
Against the odds, they climbed higher,
With grit and grace, they held the line,
For freedom’s sake, their stars align.
Spitfires danced with Hurricanes’ might,
A ballet of death in the fading light,
From Dover’s cliffs to London’s sprawl,
They faced the foe, they heard the call.
Outnumbered, yet they never flinched,
Each mile of sky with blood was cinched,
The radar hummed, the sirens wailed,
But British will, it never failed.
Oh, the few, the brave, the bold in flight,
Guardians of the day, defenders of the night,
Through thunder’s roar and blazing skies,
The Battle of Britain never dies.
Courage carved in every turn,
Heroism where the heavens burn,
For this green isle, they gave their all,
In the summer’s heat, they stood tall.
The ground crews toiled, the pilots soared,
A nation’s hope on wings was stored,
Against the blitz, they drew the line,
A testament through endless time.
Churchill’s voice, a rallying cry,
“We’ll fight them ‘til the day we die,”
Their sacrifice, a beacon still,
A legacy on every hill.
Oh, the few, the brave, the bold in flight,
Guardians of the day, defenders of the night,
Through thunder’s roar and blazing skies,
The Battle of Britain never dies.
Courage carved in every turn,
Heroism where the heavens burn,
For this green isle, they gave their all,
In the summer’s heat, they stood tall.
So raise a glass to those who flew,
The fearless souls, the valiant few,
Their echoes linger in the breeze,
A tale of triumph, borne with ease.
From fields below to clouds above,
They fought with honour, hope, and love,
The Battle of Britain, proud and free,
A hymn to their eternity.
Oh, the few, the brave, the bold in flight,
Guardians of the day, defenders of the night,
Through thunder’s roar and blazing skies,
The Battle of Britain never dies.
Courage carved in every turn,
Heroism where the heavens burn,
For this green isle, they gave their all,
In the summer’s heat, they stood tall.
So raise a glass to those who flew,
I watched ‘em stumble, lost in the fray,
Clueless hands just fumbled the day,
A mess piled high, no end in sight,
I couldn’t sit back, had to make it right.
Talk was cheap, their plans all sank,
Blank stares filled the empty rank,
The clock was ticking, loud and clear,
Someone had to step up here.
No choice, no way, I had to dive in,
Those fools were drowning in their own spin,
Had to roll my sleeves, take the fight,
Get it done, get it done right!
No backing down, no time to lose,
When they’re all clueless, I can’t refuse,
I’m the one to break the night,
Get it done, get it done right!
They shrugged and sighed, “It’s not our load,”
Left the wreckage on the road,
I grabbed the wheel, I stoked the flame,
Tired of playing their lame game.
Chaos reigned, they didn’t care,
I stormed the breach, the weight to bear,
No one else would take the call,
So I stood up, stood up tall.
No choice, no way, I had to dive in,
Those fools were drowning in their own spin,
Had to roll my sleeves, take the fight,
Get it done, get it done right!
No backing down, no time to lose,
When they’re all clueless, I can’t refuse,
I’m the one to break the night,
Get it done, get it done right!
It’s not about the glory or the crown,
Just sick of watching it all fall down,
A spark, a shove, a steady hand,
To build it back across this land.
They can’t see past their own haze,
I’ll cut the fog, I’ll blaze the ways,
No more waiting, no more blight,
I’m here to set the wrong to right.
No choice, no way, I had to dive in,
Those fools were drowning in their own spin,
Had to roll my sleeves, take the fight,
Get it done, get it done right!
No backing down, no time to lose,
When they’re all clueless, I can’t refuse,
I’m the one to break the night,
Get it done, get it done right!
So here I stand, the job’s my own,
Through sweat and grit, I’ve carved the stone,
They didn’t know, they couldn’t see,
But someone had to—yeah, that’s me.
No choice, no doubt, I took the plight,
Got it done, got it done right!
Empty promises, faded dreams
This town's not what it used to be
Leaders lost in yesterday
While tomorrow slips away
We need vision, we need change
Competence to rearrange
The pieces of our broken past
Into a future built to last
Learn from history's noble deeds
Plant the future's hopeful seeds
Step aside if you can't see
The potential we could be
Integrity, honesty, skill
That's what it takes to rebuild
Our town deserves so much more
It's time to even up the score