A National Broadmoor
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You take away our human right to protest
You hurt the women that you swear to protect
Promoting safety, all we get is neglect
The real criminals at the top and I'm sick of the fucking lot of 'em
This is all about our freedom
They're threatening our right to stand up for what we believe in
I've had enough, the system is fixed and its causing friction
See Johnson on the TV spouting shit and you believe him?
Fuck the third world and bank up another billion
Sitting on your throne with millions like Damon Killian
But you can get locked up for 250 when you're civilian
Your hands are looking clean, but they're dripping in the vermilion
And we can see you
We don't believe you
You take away our human right to protest
You hurt the women that you swear to protect
Promoting safety, all we get is neglect
The real criminals at the top and I'm sick of the fucking lot of 'em
Political oppression, knives and stab proof vests
They say we are the most advanced in the west
Bulldog tattoos and swastikas on their chest
This madness it never stops and it's rotten we should be stopping 'em
And we can see you We don't believe you
Yeah this is Britain not a national Broadmoor
Stand up for the rights we fought two fucking wars for
Expecting spineless compliance and total silence
You strip our rights and we retaliate with violence
Elites stuffing their faces and saying they lack the wherewithal
The ones that wear the burqas are the ones that work to murk us all
Now coming is the curtain call, above the brain the bulb has blown
Beware the wolf inside the herd, the one that wears the fancy clothes
You take away our human right to protest
You hurt the women that you swear to protect
Promoting safety, all we get is neglect
The real criminals at the top and I'm sick of the fucking lot of 'em
Political oppression, knives and stab proof vests
They say we are the most advanced in the west
Bulldog tattoos and swastikas on their chest
This madness it never stops and it's rotten we should be stopping 'em
And we can see you
We don't believe you