God Save The King (Sex Pistols Redux) Poem by Kevin Patrick

God save the king
And all his useless offspring
They can eat their pheasants
Like Bankrupting peasants


God save the king
Hes got a brain full of string
The past killed the future
And England's bleeding


Well, you get what you get
When you don't see the threat
Yeah, your leaders might be fools
But your still the ones who are their tools


God save the king
I'm sure hes real nice
God save the king
I hear a tranny is his wife


Oh god save tradition
And our customs of the absurd
We need to stay conditioned
To the tories and all their Perves

When your trapped in the past
Your cursed with dead men's sins
You cant smell the roses
If your still wearing safety pins
Man, You use to be the future
But you became your own machine

God save the king
But wheres that arab spring
The past killed the future
And england's bleeding while god saves the king


Goodbye future
Goodbye glory
Goodbye hope
And hello to the new dark age