Feels like we’ve won the league. Yet
I get so angry I want to smash things.
You know that feeling? When people
sneer on the telly, or you talk
to someone who’s been to university.
You see their lip curl, when they think
you’re not looking. Take back control!
Ain’t just the weather, I’m always hot
under the collar. Say what we think
on the buses, down the tube. Tell ‘em
to get packing, doesn’t matter if they’ve
lived here years. We took the smirk
off the posh boy’s face. Thought
he had it in the bag, didn’t he?
Back then you couldn’t speak your mind;
now you can shout it out loud.
No one ever asked me what I thought before.
They’d better not try and twist things round.
Fuck off Europe! All the potholes will be fixed!
Britain will be great again!
First time my vote ever counted for anything.