Put that Great back into Britain

thetworegs

I stop the music for this brief political broadcast to inform the public that Reg is creating a new political party and hopefully becoming the new prime minister of Britain and turn it Great again. It’s going to be called “the Fisting party” and instead of the government fisting the poor public into submission. He’s going to turn the tables and promise to fist every mp who doesn’t keep his word, is caught lying or fiddling the rules, that will be number one. Then his sights will be on the idiots who come up with stupid suggestions on how to tax people and businesses, they will be fisted into submission and the resulting sensible taxation rules will be applied. Then he will eye anyone envious of another in any shape way or form and they will also be fisted …..Hard!
Then Reg believes the Great will quickly be put back into Britain and a sensible order of things will return.
He’s then thinking of taking his approach with his new cabinet to world peace.
who’s with him?

anyway heres the song ……

          Put that Great back into Britain

Well I’m trying to figure out what the hell it all means
I pick up the paper and theres another tax on being you and me
Theres a danger to the streets that were once free
Living a life of peace theres no longer that guarentee

People taking from others just for the sake of the take
the Politics of envy will burn the economy and burn down the state
Corruption runs rife as the establishment fills the plate
Britain is just Britain its no longer great

Polititions stand aside fanning the flames
They quietly built up the pyre while no one did complain
Silence is the weapon
That is been used on ourselves
While we keep quiet
they will build
Taxing jobs for the business that will fail
Taxing homes till families fall apart
Taxing Farms till the land is gone
Taxing our deaths when we’re all done

Ok the men in boats they are in need
But so is the country I’m stood here watching it bleed
Thousands come wanting that brand new life
While the ones who live here watch their culture turn to shite

Polititions stand to the side fanning the flames
They quietly built up the pyre while no one did complain
Silence is the weapon
That is being used on ourselves
While we keep quiet
they will build
Taxing jobs till the business fails
Taxing homes till families fall apart
Taxing Farms till the land is gone
Taxing our deaths when we’re done
Where has the Great from Britain gone

You buy a house, to have that something thats yours
Isn’t that what we all strive and work for
But they are taking that dream, and tearing it down
Can’t they see their smashing our hopes and burying them in the ground
There has to be a solution found

So make a noise get in touch with your mp
Let them know how you truly feel
Let him know that we want
To keep at least some of what we’ve got
And to remember that the money that we work for is ours
So make a noise get in touch with your mp
Let them know how you truly feel
And that we want to put that great back into Britain