Song for the UK

This is a ballad to be sung to the tune of ‘Blessed Assurance’ for the verses and the choruses to any song from the album ‘Never mind the B…cks’ by the Sex Pistols.










The glamour man came on stage for the TV celebrity show and sang:

Eggs by the dozen
Bacon galore
I live in plenty
But still I want more.
My belly is bloated
My circumference wide
I can’t see my thingy
Or do up my flies.

(Chorus)
I’M AN ENGLISH HEDONIST (x2)
Spewing out filth
And slipping on it.
Choking on my bile
Messing up my life
I don’t know what to do
Don’t know wrong from right.

YEAH YEAH YEAH
GRUNT, SNORT, SPIT


House in the suburbs
Wife at the door
I live with plenty
But Plenty wants more.
I’ve had dream vacations
I’ve fathered a child
I’ve worked in a dream job
Yet am still empty inside.

(Chorus)
I’M AN ENGLISH MATERIALIST (x2)
Stacking out my house
With technogibberish.
Treading on people
Leaping ahead
The wife safely chained
To kitchen and bed.

YEAH YEAH YEAH
GRUNT, SNORT, SPIT


Food keeps dissolving
Memories fade
Computers and hi-fi
Gather dust in the shade.
My family ages
Our skin in decay
One by one we perish
To rot in the grave.

(Chorus)
I’M AN ENGLISH ATHEIST (x2)
BBC told me
God doesn’t exist.
Meaning and Truth
Have nothing to say
So zip up your boots
And party away.

YEAH YEAH YEAH
GRUNT, SNORT, SPIT
FOOTNOTE
‘For God so loved the world
That whoever believes in Him
Shall not perish
But have eternal life’
BUT
He has placed within me
A heart that dances
A boundless joy
That thunders victory
Over the suffering of emptiness.


This is knowing Jesus!

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