Britain greets the weekend with its usual charm offensive: a 'poison seller' expanding his lethal export market while Nicola Sturgeon regrets only that she didn't sack her embezzling husband sooner. Tony Blair has emerged from his crypt to lecture us on 'the future', uniting the Labour party solely in their collective nausea, while Kemi Badenoch offers the former PM advice on time-wasting—a rich vein coming from a Tory leader. With a million youngsters drifting into economic oblivion and a child dead in a tower block, one might argue the real 'lost generation' is the one currently steering the ship of state.
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📜 Lyrics 📜
[Intro]
[Detuned 808 bass hits, atmospheric synth pads]
[Ghostly vocal samples pitch-shifted down]
[Verse 1]
Three bodies on the cold pavement stone
Elephant and Castle, another broken home
Kenneth Law with his online store
Shipping death to every shore
Meanwhile Tony's got an essay due
Six thousand words on me and you
Labour needs to change direction
While Kemi screams for some attention
[Pre-Chorus]
[Hi-hat rolls accelerate]
Scroll down, scroll past
Make the suffering fade fast
Scroll down, don't read
It's not your mess, it's not your need
[Chorus]
[Sub-bass drops heavy]
Don't look up, just scroll past
The future died, the present's last
We're all just data in their spreadsheet now
Disposable faces, forget the how
[Glitch Vocoder effect on vocals]
Scroll past, scroll past
[Verse 2]
[Minimal beat, whispered vocals]
Nicola wishes she'd seen the signs
Four hundred grand in borrowed lines
Peter Murrell with his hands in the till
A belated change, a bitter pill
Lost generation, youth in the void
Dutch solutions get annoyed
While Bukayo rises on the pitch
A rare success without a hitch
[Pre-Chorus]
[Hi-hat rolls accelerate]
Scroll down, scroll past
Make the suffering fade fast
Scroll down, don't read
It's not your mess, it's not your need
[Chorus]
[Sub-bass drops heavy]
Don't look up, just scroll past
The future died, the present's last
We're all just data in their spreadsheet now
Disposable faces, forget the how
[Glitch Vocoder effect on vocals]
Scroll past, scroll past
[Bridge]
[Orchestral strings swell, beat strips back]
Margaret Sullivan wants the truth
About the man in the White House booth
Obvious decline they cannot hide
But transparency hurts their pride
So write another white paper please
While bodies fall from tower block trees
[Tempo slows]
[Whispered]
They don't care
They never cared
[Beat returns]
[Chorus]
[Full production, 808 bass distorted]
Don't look up, just scroll past
The future died, the present's last
We're all just data in their spreadsheet now
Disposable faces, forget the how
[Glitch Vocoder effect on vocals]
Scroll past, scroll past
[Outro]
[Electric piano fades in]
[Spoken quietly]
Just scroll past
Another day, another collapse
Just scroll past
[Reverb tail fades to silence]