Kill him (he's a Socialist)

Kill him he’s a socialist, Sir.
In order to ensure the freedoms which socialism prevents, We’ll make you vote for two similar parties,
Make no change of events,
You know we’ll engineer your consent.
Oh, it’s the mythical, miracle, cynical, criminal,
The greatest leader you’ve ever seen...
A propaganda machine!
News articles, chat shows, magazines,
People love it when there’s blood on their screens. Yeah, it’s the rise of the planet of the proletariatic,
Am I leftist? Revolutionary? Or fanatic?
There’s a big man, middle man, dancing on the little man, I don’t promote war,
But we’ll massacre your parliament!
Take your Great British flags to the Cliffs of Dover, Throw ‘em in The Channel when it’s over,
And your bourgeois battalions in Range Rovers,
Can go and ’tut tut’ while we print our posters There,
And if nobody cares,
We’ll fucking build a new Jerusalem in Parliament Square.
Kill him he’s not one of us, boy.
I see a nation of scared little kids, And to there I see the birth of a Troy. Stick ‘em up with a nine to five,
We’ll leave the skilled alive and make ‘em work or they die. It’s a proper operation for the few,
Fuck you.
I see the bones of an international coup.
So, what you gonna do when the troves of the working scum, Make a unified decision to go bite your own thumb? And if the Lovely little folks on the hill,
With their will
To not acknowledge they’re at all responsible, They’re so fucking passive when they kill.
It’s not a gun.
It’s a bloody university skill.