There's bugs going round, in every city, every town, There's bugs in the air, some folks panic, some don't care, There's bugs in the pubs, in your beer and on your grub, And the government tell us to Stay Alert There's bugs in the media, social networks, Wikipedia, There's bugs that are powered, by the transmission towers, There's bugs in the phones, the smart speakers in our homes, And they are listening to your every word, There's bugs on the hands, of everybody in the land, There's bugs in your eyes, that’ll turn you into spies, There's bugs in your mouth, so to stop them getting out, The government tell us to stay inside, There's bugs in our beds, in our clothing, in our heads, There's bugs on our screens, showing unprecedented scenes, There's bugs in our brains, that are sending us insane, Driving some unto some violent deeds Bugs in the Supermarket, and the multi-story parking, Bugs in the shopping malls, and they're spreading wall to wall, These bugs are here to stay, don't think they'll ever go away, But the government say it's under control
Went down town one day, and as I walked along street, I ran into an old school pal, I think his name was Pete, He started telling me about the car that he'd just bought, He'd left his wife for what he described as "A bit of younger skirt" I'd lost interest, but told me then he was some kind of physician, He asked what I was doing, I told him I was a musician, Shook his head and said “I meant, what you do for work”? So I told him to fuck off, and said “That is my job, you berk”! They say I'm walking round with a chip on my shoulder Getting cynical now that I'm a bit older Like most of us, I do my bit, But it ain't just me that thinks its shit, A blanket of stupidity, Draped over society. . Went to my local boozer, but it’s now a gastropub, It only serves real ale and gin, and over-priced grub I ordered fish & chips but when my meal came, It looked like half a goldfish, with chips stacked like a jenga game, Had brown sauce in a zig-zag, dribbled all across it, And a pot of mushy peas, it all tasted fucking rancid, The place was just pretentious, so I left and didn’t pay, Jumped into a taxi and then made my getaway They say I'm walking round with a chip on my shoulder Getting cynical now that I'm a bit older Like most of us, I do my bit, But it ain't just me that thinks its shit, A blanket of stupidity, Draped over society. Down the shops I saw someone, I worked with doing nights, He said he’s now a cage fighter, but he's yet to have a fight, Stood there with a trolley full of super-strength booze, Rolled up his sleeve to show his arm full of shit tattoos, Said one was a dragon, looked more like a cartoon dog, Then his favourite football team, but he'd spelt United wrong, Did them all himself from his elbow to his wrist, With a tattoo kit he bought online, one night when he was pissed,
Brother Bastion Manchester, UK
Brother Bastion is a Folk-punk singer and guitarist from Blackburn, Lancs
His songs are based on his observations of growing up in a working class town, and the social and political aspects that come with that.
Influenced by The Pogues, Dead Kennedys, Johnny Cash, Motorhead and The Clash to name a few; his lyrics are often brutally honest but delivered with an acerbic wit.
A must-see live act.
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