Ex Wife - Dirty Protest

You cunts put me in a box
Take the keys and leave us to rot
We're shafted and there ain't no doubt
I got it in me and it's coming out
Been sitting on this for far too long
You feel alright but I feel all wronged
Expecting us to accept our fate
Fuck your power I'll defecate!
(You cunts put us in a box, take the keys and leave me to rot)
Squat with me, shit with me - join my dirty protest
Use your hands to paint the walls with our excrement
More than empty gestures, it's time to draw some pictures
In many many shades of brown - in our dirty protest
Crouch in an Ikea demo flat or supermarket aisle
Get the message out- fling it far and wide!
No end to our sentence
Indefinite detention
You take me for granted so I shit in the bin
Leave you a gift cause you won't let me in
The door ain't there, it ain't even closed
Loosen my bowels, send you one in the post
Forget letters or tweets or debate
Just pull your pants down and defecate!
(Rubbed me up all the wrong way, you never listen to a word we say)
Squat with me, shit with me - join my dirty protest
Use your hands to paint the walls with our excrement
More than empty gestures, it's time to draw some pictures
In many many shades of brown - in our dirty protest
No apologies if I sound cack-handed or, worse, just inpolite
It's another way to keep us in place - you've the power but not the right
I've seen the future: it's a steaming pile of shit
Smeared on every surface and and caked across my chin
Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling
Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling - Walls floor ceiling
Squat with me, shit with me - join my dirty protest
Use your hands to paint the walls with our excrement
More than empty gestures, it's time to draw some pictures
In many many shades of brown - in our dirty protest

Written by:
Billy Barry, Steve Meat

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