Why is there no train for my sexual preference?
The train for father and mother,
30 years man and wife?
Where is the train that only runs about every 6 weeks,
Where the passengers don’t spank each other,
Where nobody speaks,
At all,
Let alone makes any reference
To what’s occurring?
But instead just enjoy the ride,
Without declaring their pride,
As a brief escape from everyday life.
And at the end of the journey,
Thank each other.
Trust the Psychopaths
Trust the science, trust the psychopathology,
The two go hand in hand,
Commit yourself, to what we declare is biology.
Place your faith in something you cannot understand,
You know we materialists would never demand
You should place your faith in an ideology,
We only approve of the concrete, mixed with shifting sand.
Trust the science, trust the psychopathology
Do as you’re told in obedience to our psychology.
Do not make any enquiry, do as we command.
We’ve considered economics and epidemiology,
The two go hand in hand
When weighing up what’s best, and so we’ve planned.
And what he have concluded, bearing in mind sociology,
Is you must all shut up and be shut up, this is the law of the land.
Commit yourself, to what we declare is biology.
We have your best interests at heart, and therefore make no apology
For any negative effects, we have to take a stand.
Caring bullying is not contradiction, self evidently not tautology.
Place your faith in something you cannot understand.
We intend to grab power and expand
The hold we have granted ourselves. Don’t cling to Psephology
All parties think alike, our Covid coalition is beautifully grand.
We know of what we speak, we’re experts in scatology
Trust The Science.
Everything is bollocks,
Everything is wrong,
Everything is worse
Than described in your song.
Everything is dreadful,
Here’s chapter and verse,
Go from here and read it
Then come back and rehearse
The new exciting arguments,
To show that you belong,
Amongst us true extremists,
Then come and sing along:
Everything is bollocks,
Everything is wrong,
Everything you thought before,
Was rudimentary stuff,
And everything the plebs think,
Is silly, mindless guff,
Come over here and join us,
If you’re hard enough.
