Name: Festival of Brexit
Duration: P00H03M05S
Description: The UK government has already spent £100 million (and counting) on a cultural festival to celebrate the UK’s place in the world. Already dubbed, “The Festival of Brexit” it’s fair to say expectations are low. Mind you, wait till all my fellow artists see the funding callouts.......

Festival of Brexit

from State of That by Johnny Panic & the Bible of Dreams

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The UK government has already spent £100 million (and counting) on a cultural festival to celebrate the UK’s place in the world. Already dubbed, “The Festival of Brexit” it’s fair to say expectations are low. Mind you, wait till all my fellow artists see the funding callouts.......

lyrics

Don’t ask believers to ever explain it
Or give concrete examples of benefits
Or fathom out how we’ll get over it:

Just run along, come along,
Right or wrong, bung a bong.
Swap metres for furlongs.
Bang a gong, sing a song,

There’ll be no Skylon to admire
And your sheets of nylon just might catch fire

At the Festival Of Brexit.

The queues will be endless, to bind us asunder.
The tent leaks like a promise, the food supplier’s gone under.
Workers are casual now their rights have been plundered.

So come along, hum along,
With a headlong swan song,
A years long ding dong.
What could possibly go wrong

At the Festival of Brexit?

Career opportunities will be fewer & fewer,
There’s a smell of decay like a medieval sewer,
The face on a fiver’s Julia Hartley Brewer

At the Festival of Brexit.

The catering tent may lack some edge
With shortages of imported fruit & veg
So suck on a limp lettuce celebration
Of a facebook-fed dis-united Kingdom
There’ll be loads to celebrate, you’ll soon see,
Cos Ringo and Michael Caine both agree
That it’s so much better to be poorer and free:

At the Festival of Brexit

Free of red tape, like Health & Safety.
Free to make trade deals we had already
Free from all those skilled doctors & nurses
& carers & plumbers & cancer researchers.

Free to be racist, Free to tell lies,
Free to feed hedge funds, free to wear long ties.

So tag along, string along,
Moan along, sing along,
Leave along just as long
As it’s a 3 word song:

But Don’t explain
Cos that’s such a pain.
Dispense with facts
And don’t mention tax.
Believe The Express, flog the NHS
So come along, headstrong,
Wave a flag the daylong,
The money’s fled to Hong Kong.
You’ve been lied to all along
Monkey chants are our new song

At the Festival of Brexit.

Democracy’s welcome
Extends to lies and hate
So don’t call him Boris
‘Cos he’s not your mate.