They're loading up the incinerators with those bonfire blondes
Hollow smiles on cheap glossy paper
Words spun from the purest sap
Only ignorance can hold them together

When their words turn red, my thoughts turn grey
I just wish they had something more interesting to say
Fear is not the fuel we need to keep the home fires burning

No good deed ever goes unpunished, no innocent bystander spared
"Go back to where you came from," on the metro
Just because I'm European, doesn't make me unpatriotic
Though, I have to say, I wasn't proud on that day

So, someone explain to me, please - I don't understand
Trying to grasp their logic is like catching salmon with oiled hands
What could it be which makes them so very sure of their opinions?

Could it be those wearing cardboard catchphrases on their plastic faces
And nightly TV vox-pops from asbestos mouths?
If they talk loud enough in all the right places
Then, just like the pollsters, they'll (occasionally) always be right... in their eyes

Don't trust a man with money in place of a brain
And don't trust a man who obfuscates using Latin and his name
Don't trust a woman who hides in the shadows then talks the good fight
And don't trust a man who puts his job before doing what is right

And don't trust a man who says he wants his life back
'Cos he'll soon change tack, even for a lap-dog walk-on part for an oligarch
I just don't know any more, I don't have any answers

Children are suffering - should we apologise?
Is it racist to have doubt?
Is it nannying and loony-left to call people out?
Pander to the base - take our country back - drain the swamp - build the wall for a start
Turn the poor against the poorest, watch them tear themselves apart

If a person is felled in the street, does it matter who they are?
If it was done in the name of God or a caliphate, or by a loner with the right to bear arms?
If a reality TV star can become President
After calling Mexicans rapists
When the graveness of his own actions is evident
Then we need to take a look at ourselves
They're playing to gallery, making us look like fools
Make a sound bite, make a catchphrase
You have sacrificed nothing, and no-one
Mocking the family of a Gold Star son

The "Anti-Establishment" laughing from the inside
I wish they could give me just a little bit of insight
So much falsehood amongst the chatter
I wonder when the glass ceiling will ever shatter
Because black lives matter
And Muslims' lives matter
And Hispanic lives matter
And women's lives matter
And Polish lives matter
And trans lives matter
But d'you know what?
Your opinion doesn't