The greatest trick the devil ever pulled 
was proving to the world that he does exist. 

Now that you know, what are you going to do? 
Now that you know. 

The Empire's dead and it's never coming back, 
it's just a default setting when they feel that they're under attack. 

Now that you know, you're bleeding red, white and blue. 
Now that you know, what are you going to do? 

The island's on fire. From the ends to the palace. 
A boy of 22, he doesn't feel like he belongs to you. 

Now that you know, what are you going to do? 
Now that you know, we need a European reunion. 
Now that you know. 
Now that you know.

The Empire's Dead

See the man prostrating to the usual God. 
See the woman prostrating to the usual God. 
And the Red Sun still rises from the east, 
with a Wessie essence, dressed in money and vintage cameras. 

It's so nice living by the riverside out of my bag for life. 
Don't you know the skinhead is back in fashion? 

It's hard to stand up. Rocking back-and-forth as the tram moves faster 
towards the doorway. You should see it, it's fit for a king. 
But it's not as nice as the house inside, where the boot-wearing bastard lives. 
I can't wait until summer, I've got a feeing that there's more heat coming from the east. 

It's so nice living by the riverside out of my bag for life. 
But it's bloody freezing. 

I've got my ways to make myself feel all warm inside. 
A little bottle, I'm a giant. It makes me feel alright. 
Not really sure if it's even real alcohol inside, 
but it smells and feels and acts like it. 
So that'll be just fine. 

It's so nice living by the riverside out of my bag for life. 
Don't you know the skinhead is back in fashion?

Skinhead's Back In Fashion

Austerity's a thing of the past.
Neoliberalism's  on its arse.
We know that they don't care.
Stick together and they’ll fall down, you’ll see.
Chatting like the fella from the book and he knows. So, reach brother, reach.

All eyes are on you and you like it.

Can't afford that? This is a myth.
Can't afford this? That is a myth.
We know the market floats their boat.
Reach down to the back of the sofa. There's a billion there if they wanna find it. While there's 9/11 in London Town. 

All eyes are on you and you like it. 
I feel unstoppable around you.

Written and performed by PONT
Recorded at Kepler Studio, Budapest
Artwork by King Wolf

you like it

Peter. He said to me, 'take a seat and I’ll tell you why, Europe’s weak.'
He said, 'we gotta get back to the good old days. 
God fearing people and church on Sundays.
Community diversity, less of that.
We’ll protect our women and defend our land.'

It’s a shame, how you live like it’s yesterday. 
It’s a shame, searching for some golden age. 

I said, 'Ok, let’s go back time. Let’s all get rickets. That’ll be nostalgic.'
The church going lot, you call criminals.
It’s time to divide the gender divide.
Like Stormz said, ‘it’s been a long time coming.’
Our kings and queens can at least get one in.

It’s a shame, how you live like it’s yesterday.
 It’s a shame, searching for some golden age, which never existed. 
It’s a shame, how you live like it’s yesterday. 
It’s a crying shame, kill tradition, it’s all the same. 

Why you wearing camouflage?
You’re blending in to nothing.
Do you think you’re something new?

You can play with your whips in your funny hats.
Dance around in costume looking like a twat.
You can claim the future is to keep going back.

But it’s not.

Written and performed by PONT
Recorded at Kepler Studio, Budapest
Artwork by King Wolf

kings and queens

Handsome gendarme, in his tidy uniform. 
Mum was really proud. 'You protect us all.' 
He says, 'mum I can put it anywhere I want.' 
She says, 'just remember which estate you're from.'

Some of them they lose sight when they go out in the night. 
Drunk without a drink and a steady hand. 
One of them comes to me and says, 'you're leaving here with me.' 
I said, 'sorry mate, nah, you're just not my type.'

'What you stopping me for? I've just left my front door. 
Is it my choice of dress sir? Or the way I talk?' 
IC1 or IC3? All depends on which Parisian street.

Written and performed by PONT
Recorded at Kepler Studio, Budapest
Artwork by King Wolf

handsome gendarme

I went to a shop that was terribly hip.
There were bees on their knees on the floor.
The music was strange, likely a cheeky 7 inch.
The chat was retro but the prices were bang up to date.

‘Can I help you at all?’
‘Nah, it’s ok. I prefer staring through the window pane.’

It’s all, so beautiful. I’m sorry that we can’t pay. Some stuff is stunning. Truly stunning. I’m sorry that we can’t pay.

'I think someone famous died in this one', he said, ‘so it’s a little more.'
'One of these old boys from the time before. What’s his name? That actor? Maybe Henry Ford?'
I said, 'maybe Gerald, I can’t recall.’
'It’s fine. I don’t want to be a pain.'

Because it’s all so beautiful. I’m sorry that we can’t pay. Some stuff is stunning. Truly stunning. I’m sorry that we can’t pay. 

Take the gun from my head
because there’s no way I’m wearing them.
Can’t you read the sign? It’s simple. 
Check the box to opt out now.

Written and performed by PONT
Recorded at Kepler Studio, Budapest
Artwork by King Wolf

something stunning

Get home from and join my friends on the boards,
join the forum of nonsense and the land of the bored.
Dancing around to our favourite tune.
Pretending to know what we’re supposed to do.

You’re so nice. 

It’s like the call of the wild. It’s like a masquerade ball.
People can talk without thinking at all.
Tapping away. The rhythm unknown.
It's like a black and white program on colour tele. 

It’s so nice. Did you go to charm school?

You’re antisocial.

You’re just standing there screaming
but you’re saying nothing.


Get to the end of the night, you’re left with nothing to say. 
The mask that they’re wearing is slipping away. 
But lucky for me I’m under a different name.
I’ll do what I want. Spouting shit without shame.

Because you are 
antisocial.

Written and performed by PONT
Recorded at Kepler Studio, Budapest
Artwork by King Wolf

antisocial

Handsome gendarme, in his tidy uniform. 
Mum was really proud. 'You protect us all.' 
He says, 'mum I can put it anywhere I want.' 
She says, 'just remember which estate you're from.'

Some of them they lose sight when they go out in the night. 
Drunk without a drink and a steady hand. 
One of them comes to me and says, 'you're leaving here with me.' 
I said, 'sorry mate, nah, you're just not my type.'

'What you stopping me for? I've just left my front door. 
Is it my choice of dress sir? Or the way I talk?' 
IC1 or IC3? All depends on which Parisian street

Written and performed by PONT
Recorded at Kepler Studio, Budapest
Artwork by King Wolf

Glitter Bomb

Once a Queen

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Mastered at Hippocratic Mastering by Tom Woodhead

Headlines

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