UK is Fucked

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    The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line;
    The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;
    His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
    Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
    A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door
    And all the while Graham slept on,
    Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
    No thugs in our house, are there dear?
    We made that clear,
    We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
    No thugs in our house, are there dear?
    We made that clear,
    We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
    The young policeman who just can't grow a mustache will open up his book,
    And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who have been so badly kicked
    Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
    He must have dropped it after too much beer
    Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked
    And all the while Graham slept on,
    Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
    No thugs in our house, are there dear?
    We made that clear,
    We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
    No thugs in our house, are there dear?
    We made that clear,
    We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
    They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,
    They never read that tattoo on his arm
    They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore,
    They never thought he'd do folks any harm
    The insect-headed worker wife will hang her waspies on the line;
    She's singing something stale and simple now this business has fizzled out;
    Her little tune is such a happy song
    Her son is innocent, he can't do wrong,
    'Cause dad's a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about
    And all the while Graham slept on,
    Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
    No thugs in our house, are there dear?
    We made that clear,
    We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
    No thugs in our house, are there dear?
    We made that clear,
    We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
    No thugs in our house
    No thugs in our house
    No thugs in our house, dear

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