We See You

[Verse 1]
He's looking at his old history books again and getting an erection
Meanwhile I'm fucking ashamed
All that pink on the map makes me fucking retch
Arrogance, atrocity, bloodshed, bullshit
There's nothing great about that Mrs Britain
Did we ever apologise?
Did we fuck
Just wandered off, had some tea
So, stop with the funny put downs for likes, it's too fucking twee
Call the fuckers out
Don't let them forget, don't let them forget
You don't write for the Guardian
Wait, what? Oh you've already forgot
You fucking idiot
Because I'm bored of yer racist shit
As equality and diversity are great words to bleat
But you turn it all off when you leave work, call it bollocks
Racist craic in the pub, typical sexist shit, tweeting abuse to black footballers, blending in
Get fucked, I'm sick of it
And you know what

[Refrain]
We see you
We see you

[Verse 2]
All them call centre politicians
I've worked it, hot desked it
Sat in a glass box selling shit
Dress down Friday, fucked at the Christmas party, eight quid an hour, just another cliche mate
Done a course, noddy dog in a Topman suit
Having an affair, s'alright, behind that mask there's fuck all there
Not here to be remembered, here to be a digit, he's a human fucking tick box, lapping it up, lapping it up
And he'll make you forget
He'll make you forget

[Refrain]
But we see you
We see you

[Verse 3]
Now look in the mirror
Stop glaring out that Nationalist express window
You can't see owt anyway, it's tinted in shit
Victorian top hat
Lord fucking what what
Deck chair by the Haywain
You sit back and think of glory days, but can't stop moaning about the royal that's not white
Because you never fucking stop
You never fucking stop
Those photos of your family blu tacked on the temporary office divider wall
Reminding you why you're there
Reminding you why you're supposed to give a shit
Reminding you that you exist
That you have a purpose
But but but but they don't know you
They don't know this hateful little shit you've become
And all I I'm thinking about is that it was less embarrassing when the Prime Minster was fucking a pig
What a fucking country
What a fucking state
So great
So great
So great
We're living in a fucking John Lewis ad
Strings rise over slow-motion drone shots of tower blocks
Filters mask the homeless
Everyone claps, everyone cheers
Nationalism is a brand now
This shit isn't designed to make you feel proud
It's to keep you violent, brimmed to the tits with hate
Your mind's pissed on visions of grandeur
Scared of change, you're resentful, you're bitter
And the worst thing is, you think you're a winner

[Refrain]
But we see you
We see you
We see you