'BRITAIN'S GOT TALONS' - by Copper Kites

[Wo wo wo wo-oh ... / Wo wo wo wo-oh]

Singing riddles and rhymes
Of our modern knavery
These are the flashing blades
Of our epoch's carvery
Claws of a killer beast
Sharpened for your butcher-priest
Play parts, lives entwined
In slavery to desire.

The beats are mashed / Teeth gritted gnashed / The body smashed.
Aggressive acts / In flames, the rash / Wield bloody axe.
So over-taxed / With ears of wax / Deaf to the facts.
The walking dead / The devil's text / Display the lack.

Shriek out the parables
Of this greed and poverty.
Wailing a tale of woe,
Waste and austerity.
This is a primal scream
To midnight technologies,
Superseding
Human being.

It's all attack / Nothing distracts / This donkey dance.
The body bags / Barcoded packs/ Souls sold as snacks.
The underclass / The overdraft / So overcast.
The bloody blags / The strings they slash / The bling, the flash.

Wo wo wo wo-oh ...

Reeking sewer things,
Deluge, excreting dreams.
Farewell, forgotten trades:
Guilds and skills now lost and faded.
Sing out a lullabye
Of destitution and confusion
But first serve his master's voice
Money, drugs, guns and vice
Gamble, place your bet
From sunrise to sunset.

The state we're in / The chip, the pin / Hormones and glands
The core, the pith / The monolith / The cyberman
The mega-riff / Machine-gear-shift / Eternal drone
The monotone / The colour clone / Sink like a stone.

Singing riddles and rhymes
Of our modern knavery
These are the flashing blades
Of our epoch's carvery
Claws of a killing beast
Sharpened for your butcher-priest
Play parts, lives entwined
In slavery to desire.