Tory! Tory! Tory!

Capitalism's Not Dead!

Back In Blue

Conformity is the rule that we live by
Sing the same fuckin song and sing in fuckin unison
If you don't like the rules you can swallow my dick
The individual is choking on poo poo

RESPECT THE SYSTEM!!!
RESPECT THE SYSTEM!!!

You can't just spend your life fighting authority
Whatever you do, the ending's the same
Your life is bullshit so do as you're told
We rule the world so you are not free.

RESPECT THE SYSTEM!!!
RESPECT THE FUCKING SYSTEM!!!

Respect The System!

Ya-hay!

The evolution of a nincompoop is easy to define
He ruminates on nothing in his infinitesimal mind
I could use my microscope to scrutinise their brain
But the working class mentality as always been the same.

They're lacking in phosphatidylethanolamine
A lipid derivative of you and me
Cuz hell is just a synthesis of reality
You'll methyltransferase into obscurity.

YA-HAY!

The ambiguous translation of what you believe
Crumbles to detritus spectacularly
You fluctuate moronically from t-shirt to vest
Basking in stupidity, you failed the cerebral test.

They're lacking in phosphatidylethanolamine
A lipid derivative of you and me
Cuz hell is just a synthesis of reality
You'll methyltransferase into obscurity.

Bullet-proof vest. Sunday best.
House arrest. Smear test.
Crow's nest. Pigeon breast.
On request. Sexy chest.

They're lacking in phosphatidylethanolamine
A lipid derivative of you and me
Cuz hell is just a synthesis of reality
You'll methyltransferase into obscurity.
YA-HAY!

Quantophonopoly

So you've been to Cambridge for a year or two and you need to get away,
The poor have ruined this city, you can smell the tooth decay.

Well you've worked hard with a pen in your hand for a gourmet meal a day,
It's time to escape this rotten hell, it's time to come out and play!

BRACE. YOURSELF. It's a long haul flight!

It's a holiday in the Maldives,
Spend 5 grand a day
A holiday in the Maldives
The poor don't get to stay
If you've got the money and you wanna have fun
Come and join is in the summer sun
A holiday in the Maldives
A holiday in the Maldives

It's a holiday in the Maldives,
We are here to stay
A holiday in the Maldives
The poor get turned away
If you've got the money and you wanna have fun
Come and join is in the summer sun
A holiday in the Maldives
SO HOT, SO HOT, SO HOT

Holiday in the Maldives

"Have you got some change?"
Keep your hands in your pockets!
They take take take and there's no way to stop it

The homeless, the poor, the welfare department
Oxfam, Bernardo's, are outside my apartment

Hands in our pockets
Hands in our pockets
What do they want today?
Hands in our pockets
Hands in our pockets
Please make them go away
What more could they want from me?
I send 3 pounds a week!
I only got a 10k bonus
And that won't feed Mozambique

Hands in Our Pockets

Put on your jacket
Put on your little hat
Pull up your jodhpurs
Pull up your tiny pants
We're goin hunting, haven't been for a while
It seems like hunting's been goin out of style.

Uncle Blunderbuss, he's sure to be there
He's goin hunting cuz he doesn't fuckin care
The maid will get the horses
Giles will get the hounds
And when we go huntin we don't fuck around

All of the foxes, they better fuckin run
Cuz we're gonna treat em like working class scum
If you've got the reason, I've got the rhyme,
So come on tally-ho it's huntin' time!

TALLY HO! LET'S GO! TALLY HO! LET'S GO!

Life can be so dull, and I hate standing still
I prefer the thrill, the thrill of the kill
You wouldn't ban the football
You wouldn't ban darts
If you wanna ban hunting you can kiss my private parts.

All of the foxes, they better fuckin run
Cuz we're gonna treat em like working class scum
If you've got the reason, I've got the rhyme,
So come on tally-ho it's huntin' time!

Put on your jacket
Put on your little hat
Pull up your jodhpurs
Pull up your tiny pants
We're goin hunting, we're lookin for romance
If you hop on my horse, I'll give you the last dance.

We're goin' huntin'!!

The Thrill of The Kill

You know the guy at the back of the golf club?
The type of guy that you wanna be
5 foot 2, and dressed in tweed,
He don't take shit from anybody!

He likes port, he likes sherry
When he has too much he gets a let merry
Always last one standing at the bar
Never had enough till he's gone too far.

He likes Bach, He likes Vivaldi,
He doesn't like people who shop in Aldi
He's really wealthy and you've got zero
That's why he's an upper class hero!

Blunderbuss! He's on the rampage,
He's one of us! He's on the champagne,
Out all night, havin a good time.
A pillow fight with his partner in crime
Woah-oh upper-class hero!

He slapped a builder and a plumber too
He's slap happy and he's gonna slap you
Cuz he's the master, and you're a zero
And because he's an upper class hero!

Blunderbuss! He's on the rampage,
He's one of us! He's on the champagne,
Out all night, havin a good time.
A pillow fight with his partner in crime
Woah-oh upper-class hero!

You know the guy at the back of the golfclub?
The type of guy that you'll never be.

Upper Class Hero

We are the fuckin NeoCons and we voted Tory!
So listen up skinz punx and drunx cuz here's our fuckin story:
We're gonna take punk rock back to the middle classes,
So take your boots we're goin' out to kick the workers' asses!

Woah-oh we're the tory party
Woah-oh-oh OI! OI! OI!
Woah-oh we're the tory party
We hate Gordon Brown

Remembering the days when we closed down all the mines,
Those were the good ol' days, what a super time.
Now we're back in power, we'll do it all again,
And since there are no mines to close, we're closing down your brain!

Woah-oh we're the Tory party,
Woah-oh-oh who farted?
Woah-oh we're the Tory party,
It was Gordon Brown.
Smelt it dealt it Gordon

The NeoCons