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Dirty Protest

by EX-WIFE

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1.
Fly-Tipping 03:52
Fly-Tipping The illegal dumping of liquid or solid waste The waste is usually dumped to avoid disposal costs Fly-tipping is not the same as littering Deep in the night They roam through the streets Desperate to open their trunks And dump all their load So they find somewhere quiet Where they’re not overlooked And they know they’re alone And they won’t be disturbed Acting like it’s their right Finding a spot I quickly pull up (Strength) I open the back and fling out the stuff (Reason) I keep going ‘til there’s nothing left (Will) Someone else can clear up my mess (Desire) I’m a man - I can do what I like I’m a man - I can take what I like I’m a man - I can act how I like I’m a man - I can dump my load wherever I like (Every table, every club, every pitch, every bus) You’re right (Everyone) No one can tell you what to do (Suffers your pain) You do what you do Just because you want to (Every office, every screen, every schedule, every meet) You’re free to be As big as you want to be (Call it out on every street) You’d have used a skip But they can’t come ‘til next week Finding a spot I quickly pull up (Strength) I open the back and fling out the stuff (Reason) I keep going ‘til there’s nothing left (Will) Someone else can clear up my mess (Desire) I better zip myself back up I think that’s the council are at the door
2.
41 Gun Salute We’re lining up for you Gun in hand Let us show you What we can do I know you want me to It’s all over your face Swear allegiance to you It’s the least that I can do Bow with awe to the great and the good So much better but it’s misunderstood They float above and they do it with ease I know my betters and it’s like a disease 41 Gun Salute Hold your gun, fire and shoot Our weapons gesture is all for you With shiny boots and a military suit 41 Gun Salute Prostrate is what we choose Raise the flag and we all salute Sing our anthem and a 41 Gun Salute You doff your cap, you’re so eager to please 41 Gun Salute I’ll do Whatever you want me to Best done when you’re down on your knees Like every true brit With a stiff upper lip I’ll take it on the chin Then you’ll let me in I’ve been standing like this For over an hour Can’t hold on any more I thought I knew my place But now you’ll get it Full in the face Like every true Brit I’ll take it on the chin And then I’ll let you in Bow with awe to the great and the good So much better but it’s misunderstood They float above and they do it with ease I know my betters and it’s like a disease 41 Gun Salute Hold your gun, fire and shoot Our weapons gesture is all for you With shiny boots and a military suit 41 Gun Salute Prostrate is what we choose Raise the flag and we all salute Sing our anthem and a 41 Gun Salute Bow with awe to the great and the good Don’t care but maybe you should
3.
Rule of thumb Let me give you a rule of thumb… If you’re on a family fun day Queuing in the sun When some old bloke breezes up And slips into the front If you’re unsure what to think Here’s a rule of thumb If he really acts like that He’s probably a cunt If one day you’re dining out Quietly tucking in And some fat bloke start’s talking loud Treating staff like shit If you’re unsure what to think Here’s a rule of thumb If he really talks like that He’s probably a cunt Self-obsessed and selfish Self-satisfied and numb I’m not altogether certain It’s just a rule of thumb Show some respect – don’t let them off Show some respect – don’t let it go Show some respect – don’t let is pass Show some respect – don’t let them through Rule of thumb Tootling down the 370 Steady fifty on the clock When some bearded bloke appears from behind Roars by then cuts you up If you’re unsure what to think Here’s a rule of thumb If he really drives like that He’s probably a cunt Self-obsessed and selfish Self-satisfied and numb I’m not altogether certain It’s just a rule of thumb Show some respect – don’t let them off Show some respect – don’t let it go Show some respect – don’t let is pass Show some respect – don’t let them through
4.
Brace yourself This is going to hurt Another bubble bursts But this time it’s worse Austerity is necessary An ideological Trojan horse A limp excuse to keep it all to yourself Every year since Wages stagnate While capital grow But those fuckers know It’s an illusionary edifice For a system in crisis Don’t know what it’s like to suffer Don’t know what it’s like being in the shit The time has come and now it’s time to taste it (Got to keep paying the school fees) Vested interests, stuffing their pockets It’s nothing more than greed Got no idea what it means to be hungry No idea what it means to go without Taste your own medicine Open your mouth Not an ounce of empathy For the true cost of austerity Taste your own medicine Open your mouth No idea how to ‘just get by’ How it feels to go without Taste your own medicine Open your mouth Taste your own medicine No idea what hunger is What it means to go without Taste your own medicine (Taste your own medicine) Open your mouth ‘We’re in this together’ They take us for fools Dish it out in liquid, cream and suppository form But I’ve got more than a funny taste in my mouth Taste your own medicine Open your mouth You’ve got to taste your own medicine (Taste your own medicine) Don’t know what it’s like being in the shit Time to taste your own medicine Open your mouth (Open your mouth)
5.
Empty Sack 04:00
The world’d be a better place if we shopped at M&S Ate organic, drove electric, bought clothes from John Lewis If we were all members of the PTA, gym and National Trust Wore a face covering, dined out weekly in fancy gastro pubs Cultured liberal values you are sure that you are right Closeted conservatives who’ve really lost the fight [Can’t we all just play by the rules?] You think you’re standing tall, when you’re lying on your back Nothing left to give, you’ve got an empty sack You say the right things, it’s action that you lack Full of good intent but it’s just an empty sack No single use plastics, buying milk from source Established compost bin and a weekly farm veg box Cutting your own hair, making okay homemade cheese Clapping on your doorstep so everyone can see Middle-class delusions that are merely there for show Cosetted by your comforts you feed the status quo Wake up, wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up [Well that’s not very nice] You think you’re standing tall, when you’re lying on your back Nothing left to give, you’ve got an empty sack You say the right things, it’s action that you lack Full of good intent but it’s just an empty sack Trying to converse with the lady on the till Rounding up your change, always helping at the school Giving a case of Christmas ale to the blokes on the bins Reading The Guardian with a knowing nodding grin Your self-regarding smugness is a mental moral trick Those who don’t think just like you are either bad or thick [You just don’t realise do you?] You think you’re standing tall, when you’re lying on your back Nothing left to give, you’ve got an empty sack Full of good intent - it’s just an empty sack
6.
These things they frighten me I know I know my history Let me turn back the clock The country is not what it was World’s oldest democracy Queen’s cradle of civility Where has my country gone? Where has it all gone wrong? Why’d you come when you don’t belong? Why’d you come when you don’t belong? You put your tongue where it don’t belong You put your tongue where it don’t belong These people frighten me Twist my reality I like people just like me People from this country With good Christian names And sort of look the same I heard them on the bus They even smell like us A mindless base cacophony Some of them even look like me Little more than squalls and grunts A random mass of consonants Why’d you come when you don’t belong? Why’d you come when you don’t belong? You put your tongue where it don’t belong You put your tongue where it don’t belong Just leave and let me be - this feeling’s eating me You make me scream and shout - your body turn my insides out These things they frighten me I thought I knew my history Read it in the daily mail I knew the threat but not the scale We’ve landed in the rough They’re even down the club Whoever chose to let them in Needs their head examining At first - I could not tell Why I was not feeling well My friends they all agree Change is a grave disease I need to watch the things I say Can’t even call a spade a spade Why’d you come when you don’t belong? Why’d you come when you don’t belong? You put your tongue where it don’t belong You put your tongue where it don’t belong Why’d you come when you don’t belong? You put your tongue where it don’t belong They’ll take my things from me Annihilate my history Then I’d have nothing left Have to confront myself Shelves packed full of polish food Fancy dress costumes, fabric shoes Some don’t even wear socks Let alone look like us Some of them like to spit I’m not a racist shit White, black, brown or green They’re all the same to me I treat them with the same respect As long as they are somewhere else Eating their foreign muck Always makes me throw up Just give me meat and veg Then you’ll get some real respect
7.
Smells Fishy 03:26
Woke up in the morning Next to Andrew Marr Feeling sore, barely clothed, cold The familiar Saturday night smell of beer and fags But also, barely conscious A burgeoning hint of something else Something’s gone off And it smells of fish I swear I can smell it on his breath But it’s coming from me It’s coming from my groin Look at him You say it with a straight face Look beyond the grave affectation He’s dead behind the eyes They’re all dead behind the eyes You talk, you claim You pose, you feign But most of all you lie It can’t all be a lie But which bits can I believe? Do you wonder why we let you do it? You don't really care As long as you can keep doing what you like It has a peculiar musk That's always in season You treat me like a cunt An error of judgement - I expressed concerns He acted appropriately - he’s a man of his word Our thoughts are with the family - now let me be clear The minister has my full support - there’s nothing to fear A thousand hollow phrases Limp, vague and trite ‘Everyone does it’ But does that make it right? ‘It’s just the way it is’ It is if you accept The shit that’s handed down to you Society’s a mess Ask myself the question Where have I been? Spent my whole life asleep Waiting for the dream But now I am aware And awareness is a gift Something’s gone off And it smells of fish I’ve just woken up Better jump in the shower
8.
Everyone… Everyone… Everyone… Everyone makes mistakes I’d only just logged on Another tedious shift at work I could see him glaring at me As I typed in my password How could you let it happen? What the hell have you done? You only need to press buttons But you pressed the wrong ones If I needed someone to fuck things up I think I’ve found my man I guess I have been getting a little slap-dash I haven’t been sleeping well; numb or bored or distracted Just as well I joined the union They’d’ve frog-marched out of the building I fucked it up I fucked the whole thing up I fucked it up I fucked the whole thing… up The most intelligent system in the world And only an idiot like you could managed to fuck it up Big data, AI, machine learning Bleeding edge kit A hunger for technical progress Ain’t no good if you’re feeding it shit An innocent error Was how it started Sowing the seeds Of something seditious I’m nothing more Than an obsolete organic machine You’re only human What have they made you do? There’s a crack in their system But they blame it on you They fucked it up They fucked the whole thing up They fucked it up They fucked the whole thing… up Here it is This is it Forget my fingers Use my fists There’s no way out I can’t escape Hide inside Start the change So that is that I’ll do my bit As an undercover 9-to-5 anarchist I’ll fuck it up I’ll fuck the whole thing up I’ll fuck them up I’ll fuck the whole I’ll fuck it up I’ll fuck the whole thing up I’ll fuck them up I’ll fuck the whole lot… up So fuck you I’ve even started stealing stationary Pens of course, bull-dog clips, staples An unopened ream of A4 Sleeping on the job, clocking in late And knocking one out in the bogs Knocking one out in the bogs Knocking one out in the bogs Knocking one out in the bogs Knocking one out in the bogs
9.
Hand-finished, the human touch Special person you crave so much Life’s little luxuries, you are what you eat Take what you’re given and call it a treat Kenyan beans with Guatemalan skate Third world’s in front you sitting on a plate Something new, something unique Something mysterious, something to eat Roast duck with a hoisin plum sauce Katsu chicken and arctic sliced octopus You deserve their finest, you’ve surely earned the best Tell yourself you’re extra special, a cut about the rest Eyes and wallet open wide as you survey the shelves Blindly we make Hobson’s choice and then we stuff ourselves Hand-finished, the human touch Special person you crave so much Life’s little luxuries, you are what you eat Take what you’re given and call it a treat [Interlude] Hand-finished, the human touch Special person you crave so much Life’s little luxuries, you are what you eat Take what you’re given and call it a treat They’re premium priced products but you’re not sorry They’re worth a moment’s satisfaction as you put them in the trolley They’re specially selected, luxuries made for you Premium products and taste the difference, the rest will just make do Rope hung Scottish, boxed smoked salmon Free range, air-dried, beech-smoked gammon Rope hung Scottish, boxed smoked salmon Free range, air-dried, beech-smoked gammon Hand-finished, the human touch The special person you crave so much Life’s little luxuries, you are what you eat Take what you’re given and call it a treat
10.
Knuckle Down 03:54
Welcome to the world of work You look so idealistic and fresh-faced You want to make a difference? Well, you’ve come to the right place… Time to pay your way Make something of your life Time to knuckle down Make it all worthwhile… But don’t worry We’ll ease you in Make sure it’s smooth You won’t feel a thing… Knuckle down, count the pounds The only thing to do Knuckle down and play your part You need to fill that hole Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down Knuckle down, Knuckle down… You show a lot of promise We’ve got big things planned for you Just listen, obey and pay your dues Do the things we tell you to Nothing to lose but lots to prove Not sure you want it ? I promise you you do Corporate dreams Full of customers and teams Knuckle down, turn around How much can you take? Knuckle down, taste the brown You’ll find out when you break Young and thrusting Clearly well bred And just so eager to please Bright-eyed, full of belief I don’t even ask You’re down on your knees Steel your wrist, make a fist You force it in and start to twist Muscles taut Every delivery and deadline met You deserve what you get You’re a corporate athlete Gotta be in shape to compete So don’t drink in the week And mind what you eat You dip your toe Next thing you know You’re in up to your neck You pay the price For a nice life With an endless bouncing cheque Knuckle down, count the pounds It’s the only thing to do Kns.uckle down and play your part You need to fill that hole Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down, Knuckle down Knuckle down, Knuckle down… By the end, if you’re not dead inside You’ll seen it for what it is Seperation, entitlement, greed ESG? Fuck me Societal purpose? What a load of fucking shit Lip service Knuckle down, be the best The best that you can be Knuckle down, there’s no doubt The only way to be Yes, don’t worry You are living your best life
11.
Mind the gap as you get in my cab Your porcelain smile, girlfriend on your lap I make conversation, you shout "just drive" I can your whispers as you start to kiss Her hand in your fly, your hand up her skirt Eyes on the road as I drive in the night No thought, no shame We need a level pegging Deserve the things you’ve got Your selfishness remains Little Johnny, little Jane You fear a level pegging Give them your lucky lot But that has got to change… Driving past the heath I imagine things were different That maybe for once that could be me That maybe you’ll get what you deserve I’d love you to taste My all-maple baseball bat As I park up You hand me the fare Semen on your suit Fresh stains on my roof What you don't know When you show no respect Is my extra hidden camera That I’ll put on the net You’re a lying, cheating cunt And the world needs to see You spilling your privilege All over the seats More sharing, less pain We need a level pegging This plot has got to stop Wake up or go insane Little Jordan, little Jade They need a level pegging A chance to move on up This time it’s gotta change… My mind drifts And as I pump The blood splatters Your blue suit blackens Now I know I’m free Is it wrong to dream? My head clears And I start to breathe Simple respect Is out of your grasp No word of goodbye You climb out the cab Slip on your slush And fall down the gap Your leather belt missing Your trousers undone Into the gutter It’s where you belong
12.
You cunts put me in a box Take the keys and leave us to rot We’re shafted and there ain’t no doubt I got it in me and it’s coming out Been sitting on this for far too long You feel alright but I feel all wronged Expecting us to accept our fate Fuck your power I’ll defecate! (You cunts put us in a box, take the keys and leave me to rot) Squat with me, shit with me - join my dirty protest Use your hands to paint the walls with our excrement More than empty gestures, it’s time to draw some pictures In many many shades of brown - in our dirty protest Crouch in an Ikea demo flat or supermarket aisle Get the message out- fling it far and wide! No end to our sentence Indefinite detention You take me for granted so I shit in the bin Leave you a gift cause you won’t let me in The door ain’t there, it ain’t even closed Loosen my bowels, send you one in the post Forget letters or tweets or debate Just pull your pants down and defecate! (Rubbed me up all the wrong way, you never listen to a word we say) Squat with me, shit with me - join my dirty protest Use your hands to paint the walls with our excrement More than empty gestures, it’s time to draw some pictures In many many shades of brown - in our dirty protest No apologies if I sound cack-handed or, worse, just inpolite It’s another way to keep us in place - you’ve the power but not the right I’ve seen the future: it’s a steaming pile of shit Smeared on every surface and and caked across my chin Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling Squat with me, shit with me - join my dirty protest Use your hands to paint the walls with our excrement More than empty gestures, it’s time to draw some pictures In many many shades of brown - in our dirty protest

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released May 1, 2022

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EX-WIFE are Billy Barry and Steve Meat

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