[Intro – Spoken, over a dark, distorted 808 and distant sirens] Yo. They tell you democracy's a gift. They tell you your vote counts. Then they sell the water, the trains, the NHS. They sell your future to the highest bidder. And they call it business. I call it theft. Broken crown. Let's go. [Verse 1 – Double-time, breathless, aggressive] They sold off the water, now it runs in the streets Sewage in the rivers, where the kids used to meet CEO pockets fat while the beaches turn brown They don't care about the country, they just care about the crown PPE contracts handed out to their mates Billions of your money, no receipts, no dates Michelle Mone and the VIP lane Your nan died waiting while they cashed in the pain Post Office scandal, sub-postmasters framed Twenty years of lies and the bosses never named Horizon said they stole, but the system was wrong They took their lives, their names, their songs And the ones who signed it off? Still living large While the innocent carried the charge [Chorus – Fast, pounding, anthemic] Broken crown, broken trust They sell the country and they leave the dust Broken crown, broken lies They look you in the eye and they don't blink twice Broken crown, broken game They change the rules and they dodge the blame Broken crown, broken vow They robbed the future and they're robbing it now [Verse 2 – Harder, faster, double-time] MPs on the take, expenses on the tab Champagne on the invoice, caviar in the cab Second homes on the taxpayer's dime While the food banks double and they call it a crime To be poor, to be tired, to be sick, to be broke While they laugh in the chamber like it's all a big joke Lobbyists writing laws in a five-star suite Politicians dancing to the corporate beat Greening the fields, taking bribes in the shade The same hands that promised us everything made A fortune from the wreckage, a profit from the pain Then they tell us "austerity" and do it again Windrush generation, told to prove they belong After building this country for generations long And the ones who came here to heal and to teach Left with nothing but a letter and a breach [Chorus – Fast, pounding, anthemic] Broken crown, broken trust They sell the country and they leave the dust Broken crown, broken lies They look you in the eye and they don't blink twice Broken crown, broken game They change the rules and they dodge the blame Broken crown, broken vow They robbed the future and they're robbing it now [Bridge – Stripped back, slow, raw, spoken over a slow heartbeat] They tell you the system works. They tell you to trust the process. But the process was written by the ones with the money. And the money was written by the ones with the power. And the power was written by the ones who never Had to stand in a queue for a food bank. Never had to wait two years for a hospital bed. Never had to choose between heating and eating. Grenfell Tower. Seventy-two dead. The cladding was banned, but they used it instead. Profit over people. Every single time. And they call it governance. I call it a crime. [Verse 3 – Triple-time, frantic, aggressive] The police protect the powerful, not the people they serve Hillsborough, Orgreave, the truth they reserve For the ones who ask questions, for the ones who stand tall They'll strip your rights away and tell you it's your fault Surveillance on the citizens, blind eyes on the elite While the bankers walk free and the council estates weep Tax havens, shell companies, money in the dark The same names in the papers, the same bite, same bark But the dogs don't bite the hand that feeds They just bite the ones who can't afford the fees So the rich get richer and the poor get blamed And the middle gets squeezed until they're ashamed Of wanting a home, of wanting a life Of wanting a future that ain't built on strife [Verse 4 – Fastest, breathless, chaotic, raw] But I'm not gonna sit and I'm not gonna kneel I'm not gonna swallow the lie they're trying to sell Them say "be grateful," be grateful for what? For a country that's broken, a system that's cut To the bone, to the bone, to the bone But the ones at the top, they've never known Hunger, cold, desperation, fear They just sit in the House and they engineer More ways to take from the ones with the least While they dine with the bankers and the beasts So I'll say it loud, I'll say it clear The corruption runs deep, and it's been running for years Not a party, not a colour, not a left, not a right It's a class with a cheque book and a appetite For power, for profit, for control, for the game And it's time that we called it by its name [Final Chorus – Intense, layered, defiant] Broken crown, broken trust They sell the country and they leave the dust Broken crown, broken lies They look you in the eye and they don't blink twice Broken crown, broken game They change the rules and they dodge the blame Broken crown, broken vow They robbed the future and they're robbing it now Robbed the future, robbed the now
