Union Jack-off

Oh, child of a nation ruled with iron fist,
caught in a whirlwind of Mr Whippy's and fish and chips and pints of beer,
drowning in crisps and the royal family,
oh, child of iron fist.

And the sigh shakes the timbers of splintering bones,
the cathedral of biological orchestras,
carried adrift by the night's effeminate breeze.
Back in my day, before the war, we had freedom,
to say and to do and to think as we pleased.
Back in my day we had laughter and madness,
but now all we have is the political Nazi on high.
And on the asylum windows I will paint 'fuck' and write 'traitors',
and scrape faces in to the wall for want of better conversation.
I will dance naked in my cell and laugh freely at doctors,
in my solo act against governing thumb. 
And devour medication whilst drooling on stools,
drinking thimbles of water for hydration!
I will burn all my notes if left alone in an office,
and watch history erupt like almighty Vesuvius!
Oh, child of a nation ruled under iron fist,
forget to comb your hair,
brush your teeth once in the evening,
drink vodka in Ribena and smoke behind the shed.
Fuck your Queen and fuck your Prime Minister,
we're free.