Margate.
Chelsea works on the high street in Poundland
On her lunchtime she smokes and gives out free advice.
She said, try not to be a stranger in your own tribe.
But also, don’t try too hard to be too fuckin’ nice.
She said try to avoid too much dreary scandal, that Jesus Christ’ was really David Ike in sandals.
Don’t broadcast your sins to an uncaring nation
Cloaked in the smell of weed, and a bad education.
Her fella has JD bag slung over his back, that once contained trainers he sold for crack.
a roll up dangling from a mouth run dry and an uncanny knack of making his girlfriend cry.
Don’t broadcast your sins to an uncaring nation
Amid the sweet smell of vaping and the stench of a bad education.
They were avid followers of inspirational quotes, lived on energy drinks conspiracy theories, unfunny jokes.
And it’s a sigh of the times that the sign of the cross, will win you the vote and that’s all it costs.
Don’t broadcast your sins to an uncaring nation
Cloaked in the smell of weed, and a bad education.
She had a cheap tattoo that said, spiritual philanthropist but I’m pretty sure she was just taking the piss.
Absent fathers, pay as you go ‘phones, daytime ‘telly in night-time clothes
Amid the sweet smell of vaping and the stench of despairing nation.
Union jacks, stolen bikes and a bad education.
Dads in the jail, mums on the game
Granny’s on the skag, brother went insane
Benefits become a stranglehold, the universal kiss of death. Cos they’ve now got you where the want you, from today until your dying breath.
As they tore down the churches boarded up the mosque told you lies and what to think, then charged you for the cost.
And let’s not forget to ignore that our leaders, are laughing at us as they continue to deceive us.
Don’t broadcast your sins to an uncaring nation
Cloaked in the smell of weed, and a bad education.
And we’ve all ended up in a seaside town where the rent was cheap cos it was awash with brown.
The slum landlords, the dispossessed, the refugees and all the rest.
I’ve met a fella without a name, if you ring him once or twice, you’ll end up ringing him again. He works for the council on the bins, he didn’t think it mattered in the great scheme of things.
That he makes a few quid on the side selling heavily cut charlie, to middle aged bald men who’re fat and ride Harleys.
And a couple of old skinheads, a few army vets, who hold racist views and are full of regret.
Yes back in the day when they were young and proud.
And Thatcher flogged our country by the pound.
They brought their council houses, that years later got sold.
When they retired to the coast with their hard-won pot of gold.
Now they’re under attack from poor people in boats, it’s the stuff of nightmares mate, it ain’t no joke. But you’re welcome here if you’re white, and believe in the right god, cos you know I’m not a racist I just don’t like..
What was that you said? You know I fought for queen and country then I drove a lorry for years when the army didn’t want me. I’m really not a Tory I think all politicians are the same, but my mates all voted Brexit they needed someone to blame. They hate the middle-class apologists who use words they don’t understand, so we’ll fight them on the beaches to defend our injured land.
Yeah we’ll fight them when we go abroad to support Engerlaaaaand.
Yeah we’ll fight them to our dying day, one World Cup and two world wars.
Yeah we’ll fight them on the beaches like in Margate in ‘64,
Yeah back when we were young and angry, but we didn’t know what for.
Now we’re all at sea in this dirty old town where the rents gone up cos all the Londoners moved down.
there’s yoga on the high street, smashed avocado on fancy bread, more Air BnBs less refugees and the old guard have all fled. Another angry old man in a seaside town, decades after he’d put his uniform down and started picking up resentments daily with his copy of the Sun, he wishes he’d fought a real war like his grandfather had done.
So, his sold his house again and moved further up the coast to escape from all the hipsters and the poor people in boats.
And we all washed up in a seaside town where the rent was cheap cos it was awash with brown. The slum landlords, the dispossessed, the refugees and all the rest.