COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY

Britpop, catchy Brit pop, Grunge band, catchy British alternative pop, crunk punk

(Intro - crunchy guitar, punk energy)
(Verse 1 - British swagger with bite)
I'm the king of the chippy queue on Friday night
Crown made of lager cans and cigarette light
My throne's a bus stop bench with chewing gum
Council estate royalty, here I come
Got a palace made of concrete, twelve floors high
Lift's been broken since 2005
But I'm looking down on all you proper folk
From my kingdom of the struggling and the broke
(Pre-Chorus - building, sneering)
We're the monarchs
Of the minimum wage
Writing history
On the welfare page
(Chorus - HUGE, catchy, anthemic)
WE'RE COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY
LIVING LARGE ON POVERTY
GOT MORE CLASS IN OUR LITTLE FINGER
THAN YOUR WHOLE ARISTOCRACY
COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY
BLOODLINE OF THE WORKING CLASS
WE'RE THE KINGS AND QUEENS YOU OVERLOOK
WHILE COUNTING YOUR SILVER AND BRASS
(Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!)
(Verse 2 - grunge-influenced, gritty)
My limousine's the night bus, number 47
Chauffeur's drunk and smells like heaven
If heaven's a kebab shop at 3 AM
With questionable meat but I don't condemn
My jewels are tattoos from a mate called Dave
Did 'em in his kitchen, said I was brave
My scepter's a pool cue from the local pub
My royal decree is "buy me a pint, bruv"
(Pre-Chorus - more aggressive)
We're the empire
That nobody sees
Building Britain
On our broken knees
(Chorus - BIGGER, punk energy)
WE'RE COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY
CROWNED IN AUTHENTICITY
GOT MORE HEART IN OUR HOUSING BLOCK
THAN YOUR WHOLE SOCIETY
COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY
DYNASTY OF THE DISPOSSESSED
WE'RE THE SALT OF YOUR BLOODY EARTH
WEARING PRIMARK'S FINEST DRESS
(Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!)
(Bridge - grunge breakdown, thick guitars)
And the Queen don't know my name
But I know hers, ain't that a shame?
She's got Buckingham, I've got bedsits
But we're both British, innit?
Tax the rich, feed the poor
We've heard that line before
Nothing changes, same old story
But we're still here in our glory!
(Guitar solo - crunchy Britpop meets grunge)
(Verse 3 - spoken/sung, punk delivery)
Raised on Greggs and broken promises
NHS appointments and Tesco bonuses
We're the backbone that you break
The class you love to hate
But we're still standing, still fighting
Still here despite your writing
Us off as chavs and scroungers
When we're the kingdom's real founders
(Final Chorus - MASSIVE, everyone)
WE'RE COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY!
(Bow down!)
LIVING PROOF OF DIGNITY!
(Stand up!)
GOT MORE PRIDE IN OUR POVERTY!
(Rise up!)
THAN YOUR FAKE RESPECTABILITY!
COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY!
(We are!)
BLOODLINE PURE AS IT CAN BE!
(True born!)
WE'RE THE THRONE YOU CAN'T DETHRONE!
(Never!)
'CAUSE THIS CONCRETE KINGDOM IS OUR HOME!
(Outro - punk energy, chanting)
Woo-hoo! (Council estate!)
Woo-hoo! (Royalty!)
Woo-hoo! (We're the kings!)
Woo-hoo! (And queens!)
Council estate royalty!
That's us! That's we!
Yeah!

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(Intro - crunchy guitar, punk energy) (Verse 1 - British swagger with bite) I'm the king of the chippy queue on Friday night Crown made of lager cans and cigarette light My throne's a bus stop bench with chewing gum Council estate royalty, here I come Got a palace made of concrete, twelve floors high Lift's been broken since 2005 But I'm looking down on all you proper folk From my kingdom of the struggling and the broke (Pre-Chorus - building, sneering) We're the monarchs Of the minimum wage Writing history On the welfare page (Chorus - HUGE, catchy, anthemic) WE'RE COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY LIVING LARGE ON POVERTY GOT MORE CLASS IN OUR LITTLE FINGER THAN YOUR WHOLE ARISTOCRACY COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY BLOODLINE OF THE WORKING CLASS WE'RE THE KINGS AND QUEENS YOU OVERLOOK WHILE COUNTING YOUR SILVER AND BRASS (Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!) (Verse 2 - grunge-influenced, gritty) My limousine's the night bus, number 47 Chauffeur's drunk and smells like heaven If heaven's a kebab shop at 3 AM With questionable meat but I don't condemn My jewels are tattoos from a mate called Dave Did 'em in his kitchen, said I was brave My scepter's a pool cue from the local pub My royal decree is "buy me a pint, bruv" (Pre-Chorus - more aggressive) We're the empire That nobody sees Building Britain On our broken knees (Chorus - BIGGER, punk energy) WE'RE COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY CROWNED IN AUTHENTICITY GOT MORE HEART IN OUR HOUSING BLOCK THAN YOUR WHOLE SOCIETY COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY DYNASTY OF THE DISPOSSESSED WE'RE THE SALT OF YOUR BLOODY EARTH WEARING PRIMARK'S FINEST DRESS (Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!) (Bridge - grunge breakdown, thick guitars) And the Queen don't know my name But I know hers, ain't that a shame? She's got Buckingham, I've got bedsits But we're both British, innit? Tax the rich, feed the poor We've heard that line before Nothing changes, same old story But we're still here in our glory! (Guitar solo - crunchy Britpop meets grunge) (Verse 3 - spoken/sung, punk delivery) Raised on Greggs and broken promises NHS appointments and Tesco bonuses We're the backbone that you break The class you love to hate But we're still standing, still fighting Still here despite your writing Us off as chavs and scroungers When we're the kingdom's real founders (Final Chorus - MASSIVE, everyone) WE'RE COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY! (Bow down!) LIVING PROOF OF DIGNITY! (Stand up!) GOT MORE PRIDE IN OUR POVERTY! (Rise up!) THAN YOUR FAKE RESPECTABILITY! COUNCIL ESTATE ROYALTY! (We are!) BLOODLINE PURE AS IT CAN BE! (True born!) WE'RE THE THRONE YOU CAN'T DETHRONE! (Never!) 'CAUSE THIS CONCRETE KINGDOM IS OUR HOME! (Outro - punk energy, chanting) Woo-hoo! (Council estate!) Woo-hoo! (Royalty!) Woo-hoo! (We're the kings!) Woo-hoo! (And queens!) Council estate royalty! That's us! That's we! Yeah!

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