Curry House Conspiracy

[Verse 1] Neon sign flickers on Brexit Street Dad's counting change with tired feet Twenty years of serving them all While they stare through us like we're behind a wall Cardamom and cumin fill the air They love our food but wish we weren't there [Chorus] 458, that's where we stand our ground Smiling through the bullshit going down They'll eat our food but spit our name Different rules but it's the same old game 458, that's where we draw the line Serving up resistance, dish by dish with time [Verse 2] Friday night, the drunks roll in Loud mouths full of whiskey and gin "Speak English" they slur with curry-stained teeth While Dad just nods, keeps the peace underneath I see his knuckles turning white Gripping orders, keeping it polite [Bridge] Late night whispers in the kitchen "Keep your head down, keep on living" But I hear the rage in his voice When he thinks we're all asleep by choice Twenty years of swallowing pride While they feast on what we provide [Chorus] 458, that's where we stand our ground Smiling through the bullshit going down They'll eat our food but spit our name Different rules but it's the same old game 458, that's where we draw the line Serving up resistance, dish by dish with time [Verse 3] They love their "authentic ethnic feel" But can't handle when we get too real Dad says "patience is our shield" But I've seen what silence made him yield Every poppadom, every plate Is a battle against their hate [Bridge 2] In the steam of tandoor nights Dad's eyes hold back the fight But I know what burns inside Years of dignity denied Yet we're still here, still alive 458, we survive [Outro] So bring your drunk friends round again We'll feed you well, we'll take your pain 'Cause every pound you spend right here Is proof we won't just disappear 458 Brexit Street Where resistance tastes so fucking sweet