Everything we love, it turns to rat shit
See the face of a man
As he raises his right hand
Slams it
On the table
Looking for a scrape, he turns to cocaine and able
Now his face is red
Screaming authoritarian
He's only got the power 'cause the world was by chance fair on him
He states 50 titles
The little ones get scared of him
Southern fucking softy, he ain't got an ounce of hair on him
Got 50 plots of land and he can shit where he wants
Money overseas, so he can flee away at once
Always in the paper, public demographic loves him
But 50 years later they'll find out he was nonce
Everything we love, it turns to rat shit
Everything we love
Everything we love
Everything we love, it turns to rat shit
Everything we love, it turns to rat shit
Better pass it to the axeman's hatchet
Just so he can turn it to a laser gun and blast it
Murder in the House of Commons, nothing too drastic
And our film is a slapstick
His pretty but he cries out
Overwhelmed in policy and underwhelmed in nights out
It all turns to rat shit when anybody tries out
The help will come for a couple of seconds and you'll see him on his bike out
Everything we love turns to rat shit
Everything we love
Everything we love
Everything we love it turns to rat shit
Mum and dad told me
About peace and love and the melting pot
Now it's boiling and it scolds me
It's time I turn around and face it all before it gets too hot
The shit that's riling everyone
If only they just grew some
Maybe I could turn around and shut the mouth that spew some
I've got nothing fire but a gun is full of lies
Maybe I could turn around and starts a revolution
Everything we love turns to rat shit
Everything we love
Everything we love
Everything we love, it turns to rat shit
Everything we love
Everything we love