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Exit Blues

by Thomas Burns Scully

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I'm pissed off about Brexit, here are my full thoughts.

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You with your righteous stupidity
Burning down the city
All so you can some faux exclusivity
And you made it look good, you had so many fans
All those people who thought they were up there sticking it to the man
Talk about earth shattering political change
You're taking the country back into middle age
Took advantage of us and our right to choose
Now we're all sitting round singing exit blues

So let's talk practicals
Let's talk policy
How long before you collapse your own fallacy?
You don't care about Europe
You just care about power
And I feel like we all knew that
Before the final hour
But it didn't make a difference
You got the racists on your side
You can't dress it all up in
Fucking national pride
Say you do it for the people
So the people think you're people
I thought you were just heartless
But no, you're really evil
You manipulated, obfuscated
Confiscated the day
Fucking millennials can't have any opportunities, eh?
You'll blame the crime on the delinquents,
The money on the immigrants
And before the people turn
You'll retire on their ignorance

No fancy words any more
They've left my staring at my shoes
Feeling like the richest beggar
Singing exit blues
Fuck being a poet,
You're all cunts and we all know it
Here take this grenade
I'll show you where to throw it
You've sold us fuckers down,
Left us to drown
And we used to point and laugh at this motherfucking clown
You're eldrad, king of nothing
Fat guy huffing and puffing
Holding a hand full of fear
And no one sees you bluffing

But fuck you're up there now
And the pound's already falling
Everybody with a brain
Says you're just fucking apalling
And when the country starts stalling
From all the bullshit you're hauling
Maybe you'll have a final solution
Answer your racist fucking calling

And don't talk to me about fifty two percent
You perpetrated misinformation
With every penny spent
Fuck your 350 million
I hope you fucking enjoy it
Spend it on the NHS
Right before you destroy it
Cause you know people are dumb
Fuck I'm dumb too
For being so fucking tolerant of people like you
We talk revolution over tea, us liberal fucking classes
If we talk about action we're usually talking out our arses
You took advantage of the us, took advantage of the them
Fucking Bullingdon pricks
In your fucking pig pens

And our fearless leader
What the hell were you thinking?
Can I please try some of whatever you were drinking?
Don't fucking resign
This is your mess now
Better the devil
Than Bo and Nigel most fowl

And if I'm right,
I'll buy the hammer and nails
Knock the coffin shut
England fucking prevails
England be our sepulchre
England's ignorance our chains
Carve 'I told you so' on the inside of your brains

And if I'm wrong and your right
Leaving's all the rage
You'll be pleased to see
I'm made a book out of your page
I've removed myself
I've run right away
Won't see me again in England
Till the next sunny day
You said you wanted choice
I got a whole world to choose
Look at the middle class white boy
Singing exit blues
It's bigger than fucking you
It's bigger than fucking me
And I'm gonna be a part of it
Unlike you, you see

You're in your Ivory towers
Wearing red stained shirts
You'll never see the faces of the people you hurt
People lost to the sea
People lost to their class
People whose lives you've cut off at the pass
You say we can't help everyone
But you always help yourself
Funny how the recession didn't compromise your wealth
Funny how Farage's wife is European
Funny how you're never hurt when everyone else is bleeding
And I know none of these words will do a goddam thing
None of these words will do a goddam thing
But I bet every time we call you cunt it stings
So Bo and Nige, here's the fucking thing

You talk about democracy, and the fight against beauraucracy, and how the good have broken through to the front
But if you're a politician
I'm an obstetrician
Cause I'm sure I'm staring at a cunt

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released June 28, 2016
All by Thomas Burn Scully
Brexit by Bastards

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Thomas Burns Scully New York

Thomas Burns Scully: musician, and other things too.

Born in Wales, raised in Oman in the Middle-East, now residing in Queens. Thomas has been playing the guitar since age eleven, and playing the guitar well since age fifteen. At age seventeen he picked up a banjo and started playing that too. He plays the blues, rock, folk, and a whole lot more besides. ... more

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