Stiff Upper Lip (feat. Itch)

This democracy?

I think I’m sick of it

Constantly politicking chicken-shit liberalists

If that sounds harsh it’s fucking meant to, live with it

Heart full of fire little drizzle to extinguish it

See the evil, hear the evil, talk a lot of bullshit

Complain about their ways but still support it

I heard a revolution’s coming, better baton down your bandwidth

Make stands from ya laptop and then finish off your sandwich

But, oh shit! This isn’t just a Twitter campaign

We gonna take to the streets, then The Man will know our name

But every protest is authorised, cleared and sanctioned

So is that really a protest or just a pleasant little gathering?

Two million marched against a war and then what did they do?

Complained that no-one listened, man there’s two million of you

And all those mad about the fact you didn’t vote for our leaders

Your solution is to wait and vote again? Fucking genius

That stiff upper lip? Shit, man, that was good marketing

Make mans trait to “never complain”, remove the spark from him

Charming little phrase for emotionally retarding him

Hold it down, son, feel your darkened heart hardening

Fuck your stiff upper lip, pick up a brick

And if the crime fits then fucking do something with it

Fuck your stiff upper lip, pick up a brick

And if the crime fits then fucking do something with it

Fuck your stiff upper lip, pick up a brick

And if the crime fits then fucking do something with it

Fuck your stiff upper lip, pick up a brick

And if the crime fits then fucking do something with it

Listen

It’s a British tradition, an orange camper van

Used to staple sheet up to walls, battle plans

From J18, yeah, we had ‘em, man

Back at Cable Street, no pasaran

Run them out, our crew’s quicker than the news

Where the need for speed beat the need for truth

It was direct action in your fucking face

Not throwing all your hope into cyberspace and

Tracking your trouble, trickology tracing you

Tracking the chatter no matter the clatter, basic truths

Tricking the cheater, check the case and then be chasing you

That’s what’s facing you

It’s OK to have your own point of view

And not just quote other people when you try to argue

Can we save the youth from our stiff upper lip

And stop them quoting Russell Brand, me and Pip

They don’t care about your situation

They just wanna grab your information

That’s why I don’t like Facebook Groups

I like to group up and chase them crooks

Retina scanners, closed-circuit cameras

I wear bandannas on my face and hood

A Retweet’s just a retreat, damn

When a brick through a window’s worth two in the hand

Fuck your stiff upper lip, pick up a brick

And if the crime fits then fucking do something with it

Fuck your stiff upper lip, pick up a brick

And if the crime fits then fucking do something with it

Fuck your stiff upper lip, pick up a brick

And if the crime fits then fucking do something with it

Fuck your stiff upper lip, pick up a brick

And if the crime fits then fucking do something with it