Peace deals have apparently become as binding as a New Year's resolution, with truces in Beirut lasting roughly as long as it takes to brew a decent cuppa. Meanwhile, the far right are busy weaponising tragedy in Britain whilst simultaneously defending war criminals in Brisbane—a diary clash of moral bankruptcy that would be almost impressive if it weren't so ghastly. Japan's running out of plastic bags, which rather puts our 5p carrier bag charge into perspective, and Peru is on its ninth president in a decade, proving that political instability isn't just a British hobby. Still, at least the Pope's drawing crowds in Madrid—someone, somewhere, is still pretending humanity is worth saving.
Israel Beirut air strikes breach truce
European far right exploits UK murder
Global instability drones elections shortages
Menacing Cold War Gamma-Pop
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[Verse 1]
The ceasefire held for nearly half a day
A diplomatic triumph, so they say
But Beirut is smoking once again
And Hezbollah has spoiled the terrain
It's terribly rude to break the truce
With rockets that one simply can't excuse
The architecture crumbles like a biscuit
Dunked in tea—I dare not risk it
[Chorus]
It's all very civilised, perfectly queer
The end of the world is almost here
With a clip of the heels and a stiff upper lip
We're going out on a sinking ship
Menacing hums from the eastern bloc
Just another tick upon the clock
[Verse 2]
A drone flew near the reactor walls
At Chornobyl, where fallout calls
Just standard strategy, I'm told
To make the toxic mutations bold
Meanwhile in St. Petersburg town
The president's forum was slowing down
Ukrainian drones with a buzz and hum
Upstaged the propaganda, spoiled the fun
[Chorus]
It's all very civilised, perfectly queer
The end of the world is almost here
With a clip of the heels and a stiff upper lip
We're going out on a sinking ship
Menacing hums from the eastern bloc
Just another tick upon the clock
[Bridge]
Japan has run out of plastic bags
A naphtha shortage—how the economy drags
No trays for the meat, no wrappers for the bread
While radioactive clouds hang overhead
It's almost quaint, a consumer lament
While the drones are sent and the treaties are bent
And in Europe, the far right seizes the day
A teenager dead, in the worst possible way
Exploiting a tragedy, ignoring the pleas
Of a family brought to their knees
[Synthesiser Solo]
[Verse 3]
In Australia, a hero is found it seems
A man accused of war crimes, or so it deems
Pauline says he's just like her
A victim of justice, a political stir
Nauru is friendly, or so they claim
While threatening the detained, it's all a game
Peru picks a president, number nine
A choice so grim it borders on divine
[Chorus]
It's all very civilised, perfectly queer
The end of the world is almost here
With a clip of the heels and a stiff upper lip
We're going out on a sinking ship
Menacing hums from the eastern bloc
Just another tick upon the clock
[Outro]
The Pope says Mass in Madrid's great square
A child soldier attempts to repair
A life torn apart by the hum and the drone
While we sit here, quietly alone
Just ordinary people, trying to live
In a world with nothing left to give
[Spoken] Quite.