Fairytale of Brexit Land

It was Brexit eve, babe

In the drunk tank,

An old man said to me

“Won't see another one”

I said “thank God for that”

“It's bad for me and you”

I turned my face away

And dreamt of the EU

Got an unlucky one

Bloody Tory scum

I've got a feeling

this is not for you and me

So, happy Christmas

I love this country

I can see a better time

when all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold,

But with all these damn cuts, It's no place for the old,

When you first cast your vote, and you wanted to leave

You promised me riches were waiting for me

It weren't handsome, or pretty,

you divided our city,

When the lies finished playing

they howled out for more

Boris was swinging,

all the leavers were singing

we cried in the corner

As they danced through the night

The boys of the CCHQ choir

will be singing 'Leave today'

And the bells will toll

For us on Brexit day

You're a bum, you're a punk

your policies are just junk

Patients are almost dead and without a bed

you scumbag, you maggot

We've just about had it

Happy Christmas, you arse

I pray God it's your last

The boys of the CCHQ choir

will be singing 'Leave today'

And the bells will toll

For us on Brexit day

I could have been someone

well, so could anyone

you took my dreams from me

When they first voted you

I kept them from you, babe

suppressed them for my own

Have to make it on your own

I've built my dreams without you

The boys of the CCHQ choir

will be singing 'Leave today'

And the bells will toll

For us on Brexit day