Summer's Day..

DARE I COMPARE THEE

(TO A SUMMER'S DAY)

Who's manipulating who
I told you they were coming
Didn't you hear the drumming

But they were only pissing on my gate
You said they were just kids that congregate
that there was nothing you could do right now
So I splash round my goldfish bowl somehow
while their in-car speakers shake my floorboards
It's like living on a fairground with hoards
of punters looking for a good-time girl
sitting on my wall in Ermin's and pearl
Yes it's okay for them to drink all day
there's not much work for their sort anyway

Who's manipulating who
I told you they were coming
Didn't you hear the drumming

Like our great-great and our great-grandfathers
in the Great War cannon fodder what for
giving some to Shiser Bill on the Somme
fifty-odd-thousand they didn't last long
Pointless as all those slaves that you once shipped
across the seas the families you ripped
apart and buried in a foriegn field
what for greed no need all that extra yeild
and this generation discarded too
the underclass we don't know what to do

Who's manipulating who
I told you they were coming
Didn't you hear the drumming

Ten-year-old thugs with hoods re-claiming goods
Criminality the buzz-word they should
lock them all up and throw away the key
rioter's looter's undesireably
incompetent non-tax-paying people
let's make an example of these sheeple
Smash and grab now they're breaking down your door
pissing on your floor burning down your store
they want what you got and not some old-hat
piddle on pome copycat tit-for-tat

Who's manipulating who
I told you they were coming
Didn't you hear the drumming
10082011