Of course, it takes time to adjust
When you’ve been seriously concussed
And things are best left undiscussed,
Like how the whole world’s got us sussed,
Despite imagining we’re robust
We’re rotting from the uppercrust,
Our hearts corroding into rust
And just one feeble, foetid gust
From crumbling into tumbling dust...
But are we bothered? Are we fussed?
Of course we’re not! You get my thrust?
It’s cos we’ve still got Churchill’s bust!
Churchill’s bust
Churchill’s bust
One hundred thousand dead is just
Statistics! We got Churchill’s bust!
And so what if the toffs encrust
That Union Jack with jaded lust?
Brexit’s like Churchill! We got bust!
We got bust
We got bust
Thank fuck we still got Churchill’s bust!
Churchill’s bust
Churchill’s bust
Churchill’s bust
Churchill Churchill Churchill’s bust!
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