Red Rag To A Bull

To all their misdemeanours

To all their folly and lies

Thy theft, thy fraud, thy treachery

So spoken so despised

Like cattle with nought in fodder

So forced I stand to shudder

Tis locked out factory gates

To all thy bricks and mortar

Thy bankrupt welfare states

To bankers pound and sold

Like in oozing festering sores

So neat a Cowell sum

To sweet and candy divas

Thy swindling musical scores

For neat  Beijing sandwiches

In seas of China tea

Thy despot Gordon Brown

Laid his fiddle down on me

AY- In all their misdemeanours

To all their folly and lies

Where Elgar’s sweet fine music

Sold in beauty to thine skies

Where Liberals bought their powers

To votes so sold by knaves

Thy Tories sold this story

Tis Land of Hope and Glory

In all thy light was shattered

Like low Pound high yield Dollars

Thine only God is profit

Ye well heeled toffee scholars

AY- For all thy rent and mortgages

Thy thieving wretched lies

Thy tax avoidance fillies

And their cheating corporate flies

Tis time to show our red rag

Show the red rag to the bull

Tis time to hang our red rag

Hang our red rag round a bull

Tis time to dance a reckoning

To level out thine score

Set all the church bells ringing

Let thy anger voice be heard

I’ve only just a started Lord

Let not their gun smoke quell

I’m sure if you are listening Lord

My slumber with eternity

Would not be spent in Hell

Tis time to show our red rag

Show the red rag to the bull

Tis time to hang the red rag

Hang the red rag round a bull

So be driven hard like nails boys

With hearts of English oak

Tis time to dig our furrows

Let thy toffees wear the yolk

To sweat them like an oxen

In the fields of their theft

Even up thy averages

Hang red rags round their necks

AY-For all my misdemeanours

For all my folly and lies

I cannot hold my tongue no more

For those I so despise

To Shelley, Keats, and Byron

I write these words for thee

Rise up my sleeping giants

For its time to come to tea

Tis time to wear the red rag

Show the red rag to the gun

So come my friends, my comrades

My Sisters, Brothers too

Be not ye all afraid or a mind confused to dull

Tis time to hang our red rag

Hang thine red rag round the bull

Tis time.

In homage to the spirit of revolutionary song, both past and present.

Wherever, whenever, by whatever means foul or fair.

Without fear of their religion, laws, corruption, deceit, bullets, torture and death. Onward, onward.

It is the very least we owe to humanity.

It is the debt we must all render to our salvation, prosperity, and future.

In the words of the Prime Minister of our Nation State

We are all in this together.