YOU KNOW YOUR COUNTRY’S FUCKED

YOU KNOW YOUR COUNTRY’S FUCKED

You know you’re country’s fucked

When the person who did the most damage to it in living memory

Gets the biggest outpouring of grief and tributes

And where the Daily Mail chokes on its cornflakes, knickers in a knot

Because a few folks expressed their feelings

And chose to celebrate instead

Still, that’s the idiotic world of fame and death for you

It doesn’t matter how much of a bastard you are in life

All you have to do is die

And all your sins will be absolved,

People will talk about your legacy like it’s something good

As if all that shit never happened

Yeah, the Eighties were great

“We could do with another one like her right now”

One of her former cronies dribbled

While anyone with a brain

Knows we didn’t need one in the first place.