(Verse 3 – Bill Burr Mode) Yeah, I’m toxic — that’s what they said, ‘Cause I pay my bills and won’t drop dead. Don’t cry, love, I held the door, Now I’m sexist? Alright — here’s the floor. Relationships built on fear and apps, Swipe left if you think — right for collapse. Modern men raised by memes and doubt, Then told to “man up” or just “check out.” Marriage is war with a buffet table, Prenup signs like “don’t touch the cable.” Kids got allergies, gluten, and dread, No bullies allowed — just trauma instead. “Let’s talk feelings!” — while the rent’s unpaid, Cry on TikTok while your teeth decay. I’m not angry — I’m tired and aware, Of a culture that shouts and pretends to care. (Bridge / Spoken Interlude – Burr & Carlin Style Monologue) You ever notice how the people who say “love wins” are the same ones hoping their ex gets hit by a bus? Yeah. Real love there, Susan. (Verse 1) Welcome to Britain, where logic gets taxed, Where MPs lie smoother than their expense tracks. Big Ben ticks while the people get nicked, By bankers in suits and judges on the take, slick. We worship flags like they pay our rent, Kiss royal feet while the NHS gets bent. “Thoughts and prayers” for Grenfell flames, Then back to sipping tea, playing colonial games. Church says sin, school says obey, Job says grind ‘til you rot in the clay. God loves you — just not enough to show up, So you vote for a puppet with a Union Jack cup. (Hook) Oi, God save the greed, not the queen, This country’s run on debt and memes. Smile for the news while they sell your spleen, You’re just another cog in the death machine. (Verse 2) Free speech? Cool — ’til you say somethin’ real, Then it’s cancel this, shadowban, delete, conceal. They sell rebellion in bite-size tweets, While real protestors get boots in the streets. “Family values” — from a three-time cheat, With offshore money and a child on each seat. Parliament’s full of glorified thieves, Sniffin’ lines off the backs of unpaid interns’ sleeves. Education’s a scam, healthcare’s a dare, Rich kids get therapy, we get despair. Can’t afford a home? Try thoughts and vibes, While landlords laugh in ten-bedroom hives. (Hook) Yeah, God save the greed, not the queen, This empire runs on broken dreams. Sip your tea, keep the masses clean, Just don’t ask where the bodies been. (Verse 3 – Bill Burr Mode) Yeah, I’m toxic — that’s what they said, ‘Cause I pay my bills and won’t drop dead. Don’t cry, love, I held the door, Now I’m sexist? Alright — here’s the floor. Relationships built on fear and apps, Swipe left if you think — right for collapse. Modern men raised by memes and doubt, Then told to “man up” or just “check out.” Marriage is war with a buffet table, Prenup signs like “don’t touch the cable.” Kids got allergies, gluten, and dread, No bullies allowed — just trauma instead. “Let’s talk feelings!” — while the rent’s unpaid, Cry on TikTok while your teeth decay. I’m not angry — I’m tired and aware, Of a culture that shouts and pretends to care. (Bridge / Spoken Interlude – Burr & Carlin Style Monologue) You ever notice how the people who say “love wins” are the same ones hoping their ex gets hit by a bus? Yeah. Real love there, Susan. And society — don’t get me started — we’ve got grown adults afraid of jokes but fine with drone strikes and child labour. As long as it comes with a recycling bin and rainbow logo, we call it progress. (Hook – Final Refrain) God save the greed, not your guilt, This place was never built on milk. It’s blood, lies, fear, and control, And if you disagree? That’s how I know you sold. (Outro) It’s a circus — no clowns, just suits, Lying through teeth in Italian boots. So here’s a toast to the end of the rope, No gods, no masters — just pain, and a joke.
