V1
Our story starts in Southport
division was the game,
the girls can’t shake it off,
as they lay in slain,
by such a dark boy,
who might’ve scanned Quran,
reasons for the lesions,
across the bloody land!
Pre-Chorus
Coz’ things go crash in Thunderland,
nerves make Quiverpool,
and Banchester has no men,
it’s clear to play the fool,
Chorus (repeat twice at the end)
As the standard class,
won’t learn it’s lesson,
they just burn delicatessen,
with work offence, they can’t pass,
such is the life of standard class!
V2
The busy swarm; thinks they’re right,
but petrol bombs, are pens,
eviction notice, they do write,
in following all the trends,
those elected need to fix,
this devastating mess,
as Axel’s; just in the mix,
will they make progress!?
V3
It’s a strange thing, to love war,
to kill a place, called home,
mighty apes, keep the score,
no need to atone,
but pride can cause extinction,
how much time remains?
Of misplaced distinction,
where loss is labelled gains!