Blood Runs Blue by Killdren Lyrics
The original dirty squatters
Who snatched up all the land
Protected by an army
Forged under their command
These parasitical vermin
Continue to hog the news
A right royal distraction
A very convenient ruse
The monarchy still oversee
The Church of Eng-er-land
And sign off all our laws
The grip never left their hand
It's falsely said we severed
The church from the state
How about we put
Queenie’s head on a plate
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Laffs aplenty when we run them through
To see if their blood runs blue
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Oh lord, what a to-do
Squeeze the leeches and the blood runs blue
These lovable rogues
With their nationalist roots
PR mishaps
And Nazi salutes
They rampaged
All across the globe
Slipping Jewels and relics
Under their robes
Whilst sitting in
Gold-encrusted finery
They issue decree
Over gourmet food and winery
And have the cheek to say
We should live within our means
When half the government
Are cousins of the Queen
I'm talking Cameron, Osborne, Johnson, Hunt
All related to that Lizzie
Fast forward the Republic
‘Cos it's time to get busy!
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Laffs aplenty when we run them through
To see if their blood runs blue
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Oh lord, what a to-do
Squeeze the leeches and the blood runs blue
Come on now people
Dig deep, dig deep
This lovely pair of specimens
Need a handout for a hand up
Yes, a few pounds ladies and gents
A few mere sheckles
Can buy them the household essentials of a yacht
Think of how hard life will be without that yacht
It’s our duty, as loyal subjects
To chip in for the upkeep of this tired, dated and incestuous tradition
They're everyone's favourite Establishment pin-ups
But think of a Britain without the Saxe-Coburg-Gotha family
They're as British as rain and binge drinking
But it does make one wonder…
If we cut them down in two...
Will their blood… run blue?!
Get with the programme
And squeeze these leeches
Televise Liz's death
Instead of her speeches
Let's rid ourselves
Of these parasites
Their last breath
As a tourist site
Stick the palaces on Air BnB
You pay for the week, but the first night's free
Nobody likes a scrounger
We learnt that from the media
Evict them from our land
Now just an entry on Wikipedia
Stick their heads on pikes
And run them through with arrows
Drag them through the Mall
And hang them from the gallows
Stick their heads on pikes
And run them through with arrows
Drag them through the Mall
And hang them from the gallows!
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Laffs aplenty when we run them through
To see if their blood runs blue
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Oh lord, what a to-do
Squeeze the leeches and the blood runs blue
Who snatched up all the land
Protected by an army
Forged under their command
These parasitical vermin
Continue to hog the news
A right royal distraction
A very convenient ruse
The monarchy still oversee
The Church of Eng-er-land
And sign off all our laws
The grip never left their hand
It's falsely said we severed
The church from the state
How about we put
Queenie’s head on a plate
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Laffs aplenty when we run them through
To see if their blood runs blue
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Oh lord, what a to-do
Squeeze the leeches and the blood runs blue
These lovable rogues
With their nationalist roots
PR mishaps
And Nazi salutes
They rampaged
All across the globe
Slipping Jewels and relics
Under their robes
Whilst sitting in
Gold-encrusted finery
They issue decree
Over gourmet food and winery
And have the cheek to say
We should live within our means
When half the government
Are cousins of the Queen
I'm talking Cameron, Osborne, Johnson, Hunt
All related to that Lizzie
Fast forward the Republic
‘Cos it's time to get busy!
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Laffs aplenty when we run them through
To see if their blood runs blue
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Oh lord, what a to-do
Squeeze the leeches and the blood runs blue
Come on now people
Dig deep, dig deep
This lovely pair of specimens
Need a handout for a hand up
Yes, a few pounds ladies and gents
A few mere sheckles
Can buy them the household essentials of a yacht
Think of how hard life will be without that yacht
It’s our duty, as loyal subjects
To chip in for the upkeep of this tired, dated and incestuous tradition
They're everyone's favourite Establishment pin-ups
But think of a Britain without the Saxe-Coburg-Gotha family
They're as British as rain and binge drinking
But it does make one wonder…
If we cut them down in two...
Will their blood… run blue?!
Get with the programme
And squeeze these leeches
Televise Liz's death
Instead of her speeches
Let's rid ourselves
Of these parasites
Their last breath
As a tourist site
Stick the palaces on Air BnB
You pay for the week, but the first night's free
Nobody likes a scrounger
We learnt that from the media
Evict them from our land
Now just an entry on Wikipedia
Stick their heads on pikes
And run them through with arrows
Drag them through the Mall
And hang them from the gallows
Stick their heads on pikes
And run them through with arrows
Drag them through the Mall
And hang them from the gallows!
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Laffs aplenty when we run them through
To see if their blood runs blue
Cut them down in two
See if their blood runs blue
Oh lord, what a to-do
Squeeze the leeches and the blood runs blue