chant of the tory brexiteers

we know what we don’t want
   not what we do
we don’t like what you say
   ‘cos we’re not you
we don’t like what they say
   we’ll fight them too
what could make us say yay
   we have no clue

but if we ever had to make
   an exit of our own
we’d get a thousand zealot wars
   in our hundred zealot heads

we know what we don’t like
   not what we do
we don’t like what you say
   ‘cos we’re not you
we don’t like what they say
   we’ll fight them too
what could make us say yay
   we have no clue

we could never agree
except what’s not to be

it’s angels on pinheads
   all the way through
it’s all we have to offer
   we have no clue

it’s angels on pinheads
   all the way through

we’re knobheads
knobheads knobheads
we’re all knobheads
knobheads knobheads

we’re knobheads
knobheads knobheads
we’re all knobheads
knobheads knobheads

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