People from the countryside k** people from the city
People who are ugly k** people who are pretty
People who are puritans slay the permissive
And people who are retrograde cut down the progressive
Stickers-up for foreigners k** stickers to their own
Liars k** the nitpickers who like to moan
The poor read the graffiti, rise up and eat the rich
And Little Goody Twoshoes is feeling sick
And the ones who say the emperor is naked slaughter those
Who swear by all that's holy that he must be wearing clothes
And someone told me yesterday year zero's on the way
And all is quiet at the end of the day
The frigid have arrived to k** the masturbators
Punctual people punctually k** procrastinators
So-called Christians murder so-called m**ms day and night
And black people are k**ed for failing to be white
The boring k** the interesting and then get very bored
Insomniacs slyly stifle everyone who snores
Invalids crush the able-bodied with their Zimmer frames
And people with no past k** people with no name
Invaded people everywhere are invading their invaders
And no-one feels the benefits except the arms traders
And one is heard very philosophically to say:
“At least all is quiet at the end of the day”
Warmongers k** the peaceful, to be k**ed in return
When the peaceful come in the early hours to burn their houses down
Tracksuit types k** pitbull dykes and old philanthropists
Free market evangelists k** kindly socialists
Scandinavian vegans k** British bully beef
Everyone called Simon k**s everyone called Keith
The blind slaughter the sighted and the slighted slash the blind
The Buddhists k** everyone who comes to mind
The people in the cafes k** the people in the bars
Saxophonists weep and strangle creeps who play guitars
And when you ask Siri why, Siri simply says:
“At least all is quiet at the end of the day”
And the ones who say the emperor is naked slaughter those
Who swear by all that's holy that he must be wearing clothes
And someone told me yesterday year zero's on the way
And all is quiet at the end of the day