BLOKES (feat. pieces)

Lee thinks he's the man

A barely sentient chunk of ham

A cold cut with an attitude

A badly aged can of spam

A small boat full of big ideas

A risky opinion over lukewarm beers

He's off to be with the normal folk

Off out on a march with the other British blokes

They're very very normal British blokes

Very very normal British blokes

We can draw our parallels

It's over their heads and we know very well

That knowledge is power and they're powerless

Just look at Tommy and his intellect

Smash up a Greggs goes down to the Mosque

Sausage roll in hand at a negligible cost

Cracks open a beer and he lights up a smoke

And dreams all night of the other British blokes

They're very very normal British blokes

Very very normal British blokes

Don't hate each other

Hate the lie hate the system

Hate the tabloid press

Who tell us that we're different

Hate the flavour of the month right winger

For whipping up the hate on his twitter

Hate the flag

That fills them with pride

The fabric is filthy and woven with lies

Hate the red white and blue

And the shame that it hides

Hate the power hungry pricks

For stoking the fire

They're off out on a march

They're off out on a march

They say what do we want?

Violence

When do we want it?

Violence

They're off out on a march

They're off out on a march

Go on boys go and grab your coats

Take to the streets with the other

British blokes

They're very very normal British blokes

He said he wants his country back

He really thinks he's under attack

He goes out for his Sunday roast

With the very very normal British blokes