Rochester

Rochester town and down Rochester town and down That other place too Where ya MP took the painting of beauty And spat it back at you And told you, "Look at this" Separatist, pub racist, pub Mavis Your cold beach is colder now A banker has a pint in town The emperor of Fuck-all-man Of Matthews turkey roast Of history, that scary ghost Of meat and all of England voting whites are beat And fed battery hens and ashtrays near the bed men And class, the opium of pride and fucking waz Wee-wee, messy underwear society Like cunts Rochester, Rochester, Rochester Town and down Rochester, Rochester, Rochester Town and down Din-din, time steal pockets of the public battle cry (Crusades) crusades, Twitter serves up your lie Of segregation and fuck off back to your own lands These bodies are nothing but flesh and work hands And the new army is you The infantry is new and it's you Its front liners have no minds and are legalized Prix fix with a Pret coffee and a marching stick 'til the end Foot flow drives my mind round the fucking bend Din dins, get ya din-dins, custard chocolate sponge Din dins, get your din dins, custard chocolate sponge Rochester, Rochester, Rochester Town and down Rochester, Rochester, Rochester Town and down