[Verse 1] [sneering, rhythmic] More data centres, more grey sheds, more dead words from talking heads, AI dreams and server farms, sold to us like lucky charms. Need more power, need more land, pour concrete across the sand, World’s gone skint, but never mind, there’s more slop to pump online, can’t get housed or seen, or paid, but the bots get upgraded anyway. [Verse 2] [driving, clipped delivery] Back in Britain, same old state, trains still late and rents still great, NHS on hope and tea, sewage drifting out to sea. Food went up, the wages froze, every month another blow, minister out, minister in, same old rot with fresher spin. [Chorus] [big, stomping, gang vocals] WE DIDNT LEARN A BLOODY THING, wrapped it up and called it duty, painted wreckage into beauty, let the warning ring. (ring, ring) WE DIDNT LEARN A BLOODY THING, same old liars, newer branding, still the whole world left outstandin’, God save the King. (ba dom, ba dom, ba dom) [Verse 3] [darker, urgent] Then October split the screen, fire and death and scenes obscene, Hamas came and people died, terror broadcast worldwide. Then came Gaza, bomb by bomb, dust and concrete, grief and harm, anchors with their measured tone, counting corpses from a phone. Britain marched and picked a side, shouted hard and dignified, every take a little woke, while every pub is going broke [Verse 4] [cold, cynical] Then came Starmer, neat and grey, promised less insane one day, not unhinged and not a clown, so they wrote the madness down. Careful suit and careful grin, tidying up the thicker sin, food banks, potholes, tax and heat, same old pressure, lawyer speech. “Change” was printed, sold, and spun, mostly meaning less bullshit fun, still the pipes leak, still bills bite, still the country’s turned to shite. [Chorus] [bigger, angrier] WE DIDNT LEARN A BLOODY THING, not from blood or holy banners, not from all the careful manners used to mask the sting. (sting, sting) WE DIDNT LEARN A BLOODY THING, every horror softly managed, every promise slightly damaged, hear the death bells ring. (ba dom, ba dom, ba dom) [Verse 5] [spat out, contemptuous] Then the Yanks went back for more, dragged Trump back through the bloody door, after courts and threats and scams, after all his rants and plans. How’s that bastard got the job, winding up the global mob, drops a bomb and swings a threat, still gets cheered and still gets jet. Coups and lies in the courtroom, still they put him in the Oval Room, “Have another go,” they said, “Here’s the codes,” they said. (oh shit) “What’s this button do?” [Verse 6] [fast, escalating] Ukraine burns and Europe shakes, Putin waits and calculates, China circling Taiwan’s shore, Kim shouts “I’ve got rockets” more. Gaza bleeds and markets feed, every grief a chance for greed. Starmer mops while Donald grins, history loops and no one wins, every crisis, every year, sold straight back to us as fear. Every headline, every lie, one more shrug and one more sigh, all the bastards stay afloat, while the rest of us just ... Keep calm and carry on. [Bridge] [driving, snarled, chantable] The suits are lined up, grinning through, the orange-faced cunt, the man in grey too. One drops bombs and one buys time, both sell fear like it’s peace of mind. “We’re monitoring all of this.” Yeah, cheers mate. Same old bucket full of piss. Map’s on fire, truth’s gone shite, still they line us up for one more fight. Churchill said it was the end of the beginning. Turns out it was just another fuckin’ culling. [Final Chorus] [full force, gang chants] WE DIDNT LEARN A BLOODY THING, war to war and scam to scandal, every prick gets a handle, every fool a king. (Ding, Ding) WE DIDNT LEARN A BLOODY THING, three more years and getting grimmer, all the lights just flicker dimmer, still the bastards sing. (ba dom, ba dom, ba dom) [Outro] [spoken, music drops, pub ambience returns] World’s up a creek, mate. the way I see it, there just one thing left to do... Hey barkeeper, can I get two pints of lager and a packet of crisps... cheers
