Nick Toczek & Signia Alpha - Quiet Riot

We riot in our quiet streets
Suburban scum, we dumb elites
Lob angry emails, texts and tweets
While coppers stroll by on their beats
We riot in our quiet streets

We riot in our quiet streets
With nobody to photo-take
And no political earthquake
No Arab Spring. No windows break
While dieting, for Heaven's sake
We riot in our quiet streets

We riot in our quiet streets
While reading Shelley, Wordsworth, Keats
We pay for stuff and get receipts
And chewing gum and eating sweets
We riot in our quiet streets

While mums are baking birthday cake
And bread-fed ducks park on the lake
Our home-grown revolution's fake
So knowing there's no life at stake
We riot in our quiet streets

Though no one gets up from their seats
While TV stations screen repeats
But ruled by liars, thieves and cheats
We riot in our quiet streets

Then tidy up what mess we make
So all's shipshape when we next wake
And those who don't take part partake
And though the cause now seems opaque
We riot in our quiet streets

While, out at sea, we're losing fleets
And daily learn of new defeats
Though all we hang are laundered sheets

And when things burn, it's by mistake
Black smoke from barbecuing steak
We mow the lawn. We hoe. We rake
The boredom makes us bellyache
We riot in our quiet streets
Where, like some shark, the darkness eats
And sinks its teeth in human meats
So peace won't come to these retreats
We riot in our quiet streets
Where Crimewatch keeps us all awake
Its nightmares stories make us shake
And rattle us just like a snake
Or vampire with a thirst to slake
We riot in our quiet streets
Then bag up shit the dog excretes
And sit and beg like him for treats
We snarling sheep, our barks are bleats
We riot in our quiet streets

While, out at sea, we're losing fleets
And daily learn of new defeats
Though all we hang are laundered sheets
We riot in our quiet streets
And when things burn, it's by mistake
Black smoke from barbecuing steak
We mow the lawn. We hoe. We rake
The boredom makes us bellyache
We riot in our quiet streets

Where, like some shark, the darkness eats
And sinks its teeth in human meats
So peace won't come to these retreats
We riot in our quiet streets
Where Crimewatch keeps us all awake
Its nightmares stories make us shake
And rattle us just like a snake
Or vampire with a thirst to slake
We riot in our quiet streets
Then bag up shit the dog excretes
And sit and beg like him for treats
We snarling sheep, our barks are bleats
We riot in our quiet streets

Written by:
Nick Toczek

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