Benefits - Shit Britain

"Shit Britain" by Benefits
Kingsley Hall, Jonny Snowball, Robbie Major, Hugh Major
Recorded by Hugh Major in Guisborough
Mastered by Katie Tavini
Filmed by Nick Wesson
Edited by Kingsley Hall

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And it feels like there’s no escape,
On this prison island, a political block
An angry childish rock
And I’m no captain, I’m infantry
Disposable and brave, along with the rest.
And in our heads we hear three lions roar.
The crowd starts to peak, edge of your seat,
Louder and louder, coming home and coming up,
And I’m sweating, I’m anxious, I’m finished
So you default to a story about the war
Yeah you’re “Churchillian” if you’re posh and mumble
Different stock mate. Sweaty scales on an oily canvas,
Stuck inside this northern scam
Full of fucking gin bars, drunk on offshore superstars
They’ve got us blaming each other,
Pointless rage and apathy, yet we’ve never cared before,
Mothers ruin. Nothing doing. Kebab box by the bed. In.
Shit Britain. Shit Britain. Shit Britain.

And we’re nodding dogs, accepting mutes
Desperate for the romance of a claggy pub floor
The piss ridden glamour of the sweeping dregs
Crouched in the bogs like it's 94
Everything’s on tick, so claim your prize.
Boozed up, dumbed down, living in clown town
There’s a new found spring in your goose step
All stiff upper lip, half arsed threat,
And you’re getting all radgey on the internet
Calm down, let’s go for a ride
There’s a glove box full of best of’s so tuck right in my friend
Wet dreams of the Empire volume 1 you say ok press play
Sleep tight merry men, sleep tight, and don’t let that austerity bite. In.
Shit Britain. Shit Britain. Shit Britain.

I understand, I’m the snake, I’m the scum. The unpatriotic one.
Faithless, feckless, all bark no bite,
A deserter from their blue passported birthright
I’m the shit, I’m bringing this country down,
Not to be trusted, a belligerent clown
I’m the enemy of the people, I’m fucking evil,
I get it, I get it, I get it, I know
Rule Britannia on the radio
Union Jacks line the streets
The Red Arrows screaming past as the homeless pile up,
But where is my pride?
Where’s my puffed out chest?
Why don’t I feel like all the rest?
Why don’t I bleed red white and blue?
I’m no bulldog. But you’re no Lord fucking Nelson too.
You’re a pawn, just like me,
You’re a mess, just like me,
You’re a shit, just like me,
And you’re a Brit just like me in,
Shit Britain. Shit Britain. Shit Britain.
You get what you deserve.