Yard Act - Dead Horse Lyrics
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    Dead Horse

    [Verse 1]
    The last bastion of hope
    This once great nation has left is its humour
    So be it, through continued mockery
    This crackpot country half full of cunts

    Will finally have the last laugh
    When dragged underwater
    By the weight of the tumour
    It formed when it fell for the fear mongering
    Of the national front's new hairdo

    [Verse 2]
    So then what becomes of the inhabitants
    Of this once unstoppable isle
    When all of its exports are no longer in style?
    Are you seriously still tryna kid me
    That our culture will be just finе
    When all that's left is nob heads morris dancing
    To Sham 69?

    Gob on thе ragman and rally 'round the maypole
    Hijack the sound and stake your claim to it
    Every card played is a statement made
    And there's always a new a scapegoat to blame for it

    England, my heart bleeds
    Why'd you abandon me?
    Yes, I abandoned you too, but we both know
    I wasn't the one lied to
    And I'm not scared of people
    Who don't look like me, unlike you

    [Chorus]
    So bold it is in its idiocy
    So bound by its own stupidity
    It does not realise it has already sentenced
    Itself completely to death

    [Verse 4]
    The last bastion of hope
    This once great nation had left was good music
    But we didn't nurture it, instead choosing to ignore it
    Yes, we've been trapped by the same crowd that don't like it
    Unless they've heard it before
    Leaving me stuck flogging my progressive dead horse
    South of the border to the

    So-so and so's and through and throughs and this and that's
    I'm buttered breads and proud of it
    Who's values flit whenever it fucking suits them
    And we're supposed to let it slide
    Because the press have normalised
    The idea that racism is something we should humour

    [Verse 4]
    Yeah, the last bastion of hope this once great nation has left is to converse
    In a manner that will pacify, divide, and unite the room
    But no one's talking and rational thought has been forced into submission
    By the medium through which all our information is now consumed
    Yes, fake news
    Yes, fake news, mate

    [Chorus]
    So bold it is in its idiocy
    So bound by its own stupidity
    It does not realise it has already sentenced
    Itself completely to death

    So bold it is in its idiocy
    So bound by its own stupidity
    It does not realise it has already sentenced
    Itself completely to death

    So bold it is in its idiocy
    So bound by its own stupidity
    It does not realise it has already sentenced
    Itself completely to death

    So bold

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