Buck House

By Constantine

The guards are changing at Buckingham palace.
Where the rich drink wine from a golden chalice.
Outside Spiderman is climbing the walls,
as fathers for justice risk all for their cause,
and no one cares cos the law in this country is bent.

The guards are changing at Buckingham palace.
The union flag is flown from above it.
But don’t you fly it on the land that you bought,
You’ll be branded a racist and taken to court,
and no one cares cos the law in this country is bent.

The guards are changing at Buckingham palace.
The guards all look splendid in their outfits.
But when they land, back on civvy street,
There be out on their arse, forgotten and beat,
and no one cares cos the law in this country is bent.

Guards stay the same at bucking ham palace;
the traditions remain while the country collapses.
The people cry out as they can’t feed their kids.
Millions using food banks, who’ve committed no sins.
But our leaders don’t care, and the laws that they make are all bent.

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