Burn the Beast

You stand on your doorstep and clapped for our carers Then partied your arse off while the pallbearers Took our lonely dead to their final resting place The least you could do is take that Smug look off your face You had the right family And you had the right schooling You made all the right contacts That made you thing ruling the country Was in the scope of things you could do Ability never thought to trouble you Burn the beast, look what he's done Burn the beast of Bullingdon Burn the beast and all his friends Or this nightmare will never end The poster boy for fat white privilege I dread the skeletons in your lineage You failed upwards just like you always have And gotten away with because you've been told you can Burn the beast, look what he's done Burn the beast of Bullingdon Burn the beast and do it soon It's the least that we should do It's the least that we should do The very least that we should do You stood on your doorstep and clapped for our carers Then partied your arse off while the pallbearers Took our lonely dead to their final resting place You tried to say sorry with a smug fucking look on your face