Daddy’s Boots -Riskee and the Ridicule

(Ugly Duckling)

Go and get your daddy’s boots,
You can follow in his footsteps, one two,
Right now you own your youth,
Little antifa boy brand new,
Singing songs of revolution that were never meant to be,
Why would I ask God to save the queen of England when she ain’t saving me.

You’re only as oppressed as you choose to be,
The winners write your school books question history,
They want you to work fast whilst they dumb you down they need your energy,
Caffeine in your coffee fluoride in your Listerine,
Queen Elizabeth’s crown worth a million pounds,
It sits in a cabinet, house the homeless now,
The Tories slowly cutting funds to the NHS,
Look. it doesn’t work privatisation yes,
Politicians prey on weak minds look at Brexit,
Jumble fact and fiction like letters to a dyslexic,
Be honest because everyone’s always offended,
Go and get your DM’s its time all of this ended.

Go and get your daddy’s boots,
You can follow in his footsteps, one two,
Right now you own your youth,
Little antifa boy brand new,
Singing songs of revolution that were never meant to be,
Why would I ask God to save the queen of England when she ain’t saving me.

Go and get your daddy’s boots knock ’em dead son,
Knock ’em dead son,
Knock ’em dead.
Go and get your daddy’s boots knock ’em dead son,
Knock ’em dead son,
Knock ’em dead.

You only fail if you give up so don’t stop trying,
If they look at the floor or blink too much they’re probably lying,
When your first love breaks your heart don’t let them see you crying,
It don’t help you can’t sell what they ain’t buying,
This nation’s views have been crafted by clever tabloid tales,
Controlled by the rich are your Suns and Daily Fails,
Turning middle class Tom against working class Pete,
And they’re both in agreement any benefit claimant’s a cheat,
Tell the job seeker the immigrant’s stealing his job,
While we fight amongst ourselves the rich are free to rob,
Money ain’t God! You’re powerful,
Content is beyond rich go kill ’em all!

Go and get your daddy’s boots,
You can follow in his footsteps, one two,
Right now you own your youth,
Little antifa boy brand new,
Singing songs of revolution that were never meant to be,
Why would I ask God to save the queen of England when she ain’t saving me!

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Daddy’s Boots -Riskee and the Ridicule