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Fuck the king, and fuck the queen, with an AK-47 Line them up against the walls, and let them talk to heaven Give them same dice they gave us and let them roll a seven Welcome to Heatongrad When your friendly local tax dodger is lynched for all to see And the newspaper editors swing from neighbouring tree When the trains and buses, education, health & safety's free Welcome to Heatongrad Remember Tonygrad? The launching of the lad's mag to the streets of Baghdad That made you oh-so-sad The left so far up cleft, like the first meal they'd had They treated dear old Blighty like some dirt-cheap shag Now they're paying zero tax at Richard Branson's pad... Fuck the army, fuck the law, and fuck their uniform You don't need no medal to know where you were born You don't need no tattooed arm to know that you're now sworn Sworn into Heatongrad Rob the rich to feed the poor, we'll tax their bleedin' blood Till the brain drain we dreamt about drains down to where it should The sewer rat, the alley cat, are back in charge of hood Welcome to Heatongrad Songtexte Remember Tonygrad? The launching of the lad's mag to the streets of Baghdad That made you oh-so-sad The left so far up cleft, like the first meal they'd had They treated dear old Blighty like some dirt-cheap shag Now they're paying zero tax at Richard Branson's pad... Freedom's just a clever word the mighty like to use Election, chance to drop your pants and see who actually screws Liberty don't pay your bills or put your kids in shoes Welcome to Heatongrad Where the only person using car is those who cannot walk Where a wheelchair's an ability, not a chance to stop and gawk Leave the army now, you fools, and join the Heaton Corps Sign up to Heatongrad Ban advertising, patronising, sexualising young Take ladder of success and grease up every rung Women, if you need a need a voice, fill each and every lung Sing along to Heatongrad... Aus Songtexte Mania