Some good old polit-punk ranting
A reflection on Brexit written last year, but perhaps all the more relevant now we've another election here in Britland.
In Thomas Jefferson's prophetic words, 51% really did take away the rights of the other 49, but this time the political elite all found themselves on the losing side.
Hard luck, you may say, but the problem is they were then put in a position of having to enact a plan that none of them believed in.
So one by one they became disillusioned and left the stage, leaving people in charge who didn't know what to do.
We descend into chaos.
Well aren't you the people's champion?
Ain't you just the saint!
Liberator of the downtrodden
From the bonds of the faceless state
I bet they loved you.
That's why they laughed.
So you levelled the playing field
Giving them a voice
In the face of such largesse
How could they not make the right choice?
Well hey.
Who am I to say?
Well I'm afraid they didn't share
Your intellectual ideals
But at least they'll be pleased to know
Now YOU know how disappointment feels
Great job handing power to the mob
So why were you so shocked
When you got
Mob rule?
Oh well done!
So your beloved people
Turned out just as prone
To the same self-interests and petty hatreds
You thought you'd overthrown
Where's your faith in human nature?
Well I'm upset to see the project
Didn't turn out how you planned
Bet you won't be quite so quick to pull
That same fool trick again yeah
Great job handing power to the mob
So why were you so shocked
When what you got
Was mob rule?
Where's your faith in human nature?
Yeah it's embarrassing to see
How we were so easily led
Maybe we're the ones who'd be better off
With circuses and bread.
Oh great job handing power to the mob
So why were you so shocked
When what you got
Was mob rule?