Jubilee

from New and Selected Breakdowns E.P. by Kevin P. Gilday

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lyrics

God save the queen! God save the queen!
I can't comprehend a sentence quite so obscene
As an omnipotent superbeing using heavenly powers
To protect an old woman with a couple of towers
A person, a family who have done nothing of note
Except to attain positions of power without a single vote
These repugnant recipients of our hard earned taxation
Rule this fairytale laughingstock that we call a nation

A spurious, spineless parasite
Worshipped by the sad and delusional, the bitter and unusual
Vapid, flag waving goons
Delusional, tea pot collecting loons
Coffin dodgers with hands on heart
To celebrate the birthday of a fellow old fart
Worshipping an old woman for her inherited wealth
While we scrape and starve and fear for our health

They parade their riches, revel in extravagance
Ornate palaces and jewel encrusted crowns
Sprawling estates and lavish gowns
Professional wavers, fox chasers, stupid toffs
Architect bothering, caviar swallowing, here come the moths
Drawn to the flame – they're to blame for this incessant bore
Parasitical oafs, born with it all and feeling entitled to more

A cultural embarrassment, an irrelevance
An institution worthy of our contempt, certainly not our reverence
They take our money and give us nothing in return
The great british swindlers with cash to burn
And we're expected to be grateful, grateful
For their mere presence
For a meagre wave, for a stilted handshake
Well I want penance

It's time to throw off the shackles of establishment tricks
But I won't be satisfied 'til I get heads on sticks