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Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott
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Heatongrad
Fuck the king, and fuck the queen, with an AK-47 Line them up against the walls, and let them talk to heaven Give them same dice they gave us and let them roll a seven Welcome to Heatongrad
When your friendly local tax dodger is lynched for all to see And the newspaper editors swing from ape and tree When the trains and buses, education, health & safety's free Welcome to Heatongrad
Remember Tonygrad? Launching of the lad's might to the streets of Baghdad That made you oh-so-sad Left so far a cleft like the first meal they had
They treated dear old Blighty like some death-cheap shag Now they're paying zero tax in Richard Branson's pad
Fuck the army, fuck the law, and fuck their uniform You don't need no medal to know where you were born You don't need no tattooed arm to know that you're now sworn Sworn into Heatongrad
Rob the rich to feed the poor, we'll tax their bleedin' blood Till the brain drain we dreamt about drains down to where it should The sewer rat, the alley cat, are back in charge of hood Welcome to Heatongrad
Remember Tonygrad? Launching of the lad's might to the streets of Baghdad Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That made you oh-so-sad Left so far a cleft like the first meal they had
They treated dear old Blighty like some death-cheap shag Now they're paying zero tax in Richard Branson's pad
Freedom's just a clever word The mighty like to use Election, chance to drop your pants And see who actually screws Liberty don't pay your bills Put your kids in shoes Welcome to Heatongrad
Where the only person using cars Is those who cannot walk For a wheelchair's an ability Not a chance to stop and gawk Leave the army now, you fools And join the Heaton corps Sign up to Heatongrad
And advertising, patronising, sexualising young Tip man's ladder of success and grease up every bum Women, if you need a need a voice, with each and every lung Sing along to Heatongrad
Sing along to Heatongrad...
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